I'M Not Sure You Know What To Say Part 2
And I sit here silently holding on in a world that is not my own
Wondering why outsmarting drug dealers
And running away from broken homes has landed me into a brave new world
Where we go stalk miracles revolutionizing for truth to come from the mouths
of terrible liars has to go on
Why am I the one downing poison called medication with rashes and sleeping
disorders?
When some sick man can get on a plane
and sleep with a kidnapped little girl
for a one night stand
and politicians will fight and defend this political friend to the end
but we delude ourselves that we indeed have freedom
So here I stand clipping the wings of angels and heroes
speaking to madmen
and obsessive-compulsive demons
Telling every young person the use for an ******** is not a fetish that only
the underground spies can sabotage
While the rest of us complain about computer viruses
We all came from another world to come together to defeat something
And now that these tests arte being failed
And we approach god’s birthday
Gabrielle has a new dance not called the Macarena
And I have a few stories to tell of hybrid theories connecting the dots
and those poisoning the well
Silent wars
And official plots full of holes that never came from bullets
As I sit here studying the feathers
I have pulled from the angel’s wings
I have clipped
and the demons think I am on their side
I cry to myself
between me and you
because man has a plan
and the demons have no idea
that god and the angels
and the people they have poisoned are going to introduce them to one heck of a
ride
But I know you have nothing to say
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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