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Fire Fueled by Fear of Death

Its science versus religion And cognitive thought versus deranged fantasy Wars fought for love where loves lost and heroes are burned, cherished, forgotten Little boys with dirty faces and sticks Teenagers with cars Young adults with assault rifles Men in jail some with bars some with front doors a fax machines Trees that reach the sky and some that wither crack and die Burning thoughts of the afterlife a fire fueled by fear of death The chance of being wrong The opposite thought of being right keeping you grounded in the daylight But fleeting in the night escaping just like the sun to comfort some other being The loneliness of lying awake with a deranged mind running free Clawing its way from your brain Grandpa’s dead and dads on his way out And moms still preaching the gospel And gods still pissing on ashes but not putting out fires Cities crumble and rebuild and repeat Everything is a cycle love, hate, lust, love, hate, die, repeat Breathe in oxygen exhale vomit and regurgitated knowledge Of free press movements and the civil war Fighting, sleeping, fucking, eating, drinking, smoking, hurting, smiling Fields of crops that feed nations and economies They grow then comes harvest and their end Just like us harvested in the end to feed nations and economies Words that burn politicians and inspire masses Bombs that end lives and cripple children But prove were right and your wrong Our god is bigger than yours he has more firepower too Wrong side of the tracks on the wrong side of the ocean Worms eat dirt what a pathetic existence They eat dirt, shit dirt then die We eat love shit love then die We’re just worms Bigger, intelligent, more aesthetically pleasing worms Hateful thoughts and bold words Worldly views from the comfort of a laptop Medication and frozen dinners Sick, fat and dying Life is beautiful
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joseph-brooks-nickell
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Written by
joseph-brooks-nickell
American
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Feb 21, 2012
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