It seems my high expectations
Have bought me countless disappointments.

The break of dawn has come again
To resurrect us from our pain
With flowing tides of ivory
We shall see what the world
Was meant to be

Do not weep tears of sorrow
For today is lost tomorrow
Count your blessings, everyone
The day the Lord hath done

Miraculous are his works indeed
Restore in us a brand new reed
To be strong, Full of Joy
Until the day, Alas!
The day we shall rejoin

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(                                            
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/    \

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child - like

The broken song
                                             ( little dead words bleeding raw )

Little dead bodies in the desert sands                                

//

                                  Phony love songs in the neon night

••

Screams of horror

( but no one hears )

//

Zombie faces in a trance

•

Brain washed slaves writing poetry

/:::/

Death is the only friend you trust

//

But everything is quite alright

••

Like you wouldn't have it any other way

::

Brain washed zombies writing poetry

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People like you

Writing poems for each other

Circling around till it's time to eat