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Still Tomorrow the Sun Will Rise
a few missing pieces
ones we may never find
the beast stares down at us
just waiting to pounce
three bloodied blind eyes
can't see the pink butterflies
psychedelic lies flow down stairs
colourless swirls checker board squares
check
where's your mate
blind in life
blind in death
who will save us
save us
save us from us
students with razor blades
cut their arms in school
no one questions their scars
it takes a village to raise a child
only women carry the bleeding lily
have to answer to strange twisted clocks
strum a lonely shape
on strings that bite
play till the tips break
until the skin shows bone
who will save them
save them
save them from us
wounded hands
won't speak to me
maybe people just die
no mention of our sins
grey clouds loom over earth
where is the man
who parted the waters
the large belly
the long beard
where is the one
whose image is ours
is it true
seek and you shall find
who will save us
save us
save us from us
Sept. 20 2016 MY
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