Sow To the Wind Reap the Whirlwind
faces, spaces & traces
we each must go before the fault
were all in the same cage here
what you sow is what you reap
once this life is done no chance to repeat
we look inside no where else to hide
in voices filled with the muck & mire of choices
crayons, paper & pen
Where do I even begin
shadows taunt the sinner to come in
vice is there for the taken
the less that you give your a taker
we labor for the legal tender
in the fake land of the pretender
toxic people with tombstones in their head
It's the walking dead
evil minds that plug destruction
Satan's laughing spreads his wings
let me pause to think
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss
of a time well spent in thought
when there's a dozen of pots in your sink
to think before you act
lines being drawn in the sand
When will we ever understand
we can't keep sticking it to the man
abortion on demand
the bloody fetus screams out for vengeance
Yet to no avail who will answer the call ?
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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