Societal Breakdown Insanity
We have come too far to ever give up now
A Change in society through the tears of a clown
A sullen gasp pronounced toward fear
A vile indication of stregnth drawn near
A sequential pull vexed after the fall
In shortness of breath through shoulder to cry
We negate trivial pursuit over what's moral turned to mundane
Something in our twisted hearts leaves feeling insane;
A pull at the heart to light its inner spark.
Through want in need we reflect then bark
In midnight oil burning in heightened desolation
A moth vamp in sullen approach to handle
Mark the man who is willing to explore
No page unturned while sleeping with a whore
What does God have in mind nor what is in store?
Borrowed tombstones slime in shapes of stone
Far from the chosen fields left out to roam
A patient man will relax then turn to wine
What will be a sure fire way toward a design
No shoulder to cry a summoned pop fly in the eye
In the horizon an old Indian bows his head for prayer;
Wasted again from the influx of damning societal threats he's now saddened
The guns he sheltered through desolation & harm
May sound the alarm in closet swing exploits to charm,
In delicate flowers lining ordinances approached
Through hidden laughter a sharp pain in bedded disaster
Never ready to prepare for the great here after
In a montage of gifts getting squished from fragmented thoughts of imaginative thought
A soul that was once purchased can never be bought!
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