White Noise
Ghosts aplenty surround us,
Deep in our hearts they lie.
No matter what lies we tell them,
They struggle until they rise
And force us to face our shame.
Conscience cannot be stilled,
It haunts us for our sins
For we must learn to take the blame.
If only we could shirk this task,
Would we contented be?
Our efforts are spent that way.
Try as we might,
Our demons we cannot slay.
Unless we turn and stand up tall,
There will be for us no hope at all.
Let us pray that before we leave,
For all our faults we shall grieve
That we might embrace the good
And the bad,once and for all.
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