Sacrificial Lambs

And the great spirit shall lay waste for cursed in every foible of sin the worst of us in us be the worst stigmata of hate our convicts sanction of suffering in continuous rehearsals for the judgments end and to resurrections appeasement drag the holy and the demon Bent upon all pretense shall the great spirit then mock us all for the absence of our love And by spear for torture electric agony as we all turn from innocence and leave the lambs to bleed recommend the disposals ease as conscience weighs to heavily on all the paraphernalia required for happily So judgment today, it is the political bandage separates and all we despise for all our self deluding lies tip the scales of justice guilt smothered beneath the garbage blanket opinionated heap of would be better than love better than unity easier to accept the injection of every-one-eases the misery There we go all propaganda and dazzle it show all pretend the TV. Reality and by hungers teeth bury the millions who’s pay, for comforts comforts the graveyards of our mediocrity Never to be judged by love but by the content of our luxury As we all turn from innocence and leave the lambs to bleed