Sinner
What have I done to my world?
Egrets
Pelicans
Whales
Are you diving into the plume
A 10 mile depth of black hell?
Are you in another dimension now?
Have you given up on this world of
Easy living?
I am guilty.
I work too much and care less
As one superficial lifestyle Blends into the other
Money seems like security blanket
It is Not.
My land is covered in a part of me that dies
As the sea spits up the overdose of
Consumerism.
Each time I feel the powerlessness of hope fade
I take my plastic water bottle and throw it into a
Bin labeled
RECYCLE…
HA!
Plastic
OIL OIL OIL…
PLASTIC
******* Hell,
I bet oil is in my food chain somewhere
A box that makes it easy to cook in
A packing tool to deliver me the goods
OIL OIL OIL
Saturated Guilt
I feel like a harlot
A sinner
A part of something I cannot stop
I don’t want my world to look like this
Stop Me.
From the desire for convenience
Let me take living down a notch or two
Let me see with a part of me that is lost
THIS IS A CRY IN
(the
sledge of redemption)
I remember my body gave me another chance
When I filled it with poisons that made me feel good (you know what they are)
Will you do the same?
Oh heavenly body that holds my own.
Can you ever forgive me?
Linaji
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
Sinner
What have I done to my world?
Egrets
Pelicans
Whales
Are you diving into the plume
A 10 mile depth of black hell?
Are you in another dimension now?
Have you given up on this world of
Easy living?
I am guilty.
I work too much and care less
As one superficial lifestyle Blends into the other
Money seems like security blanket
It is Not.
My land is covered in a part of me that dies
As the sea spits up the overdose of
Consumerism.
Each time I feel the powerlessness of hope fade
I take my plastic water bottle and throw it into a
Bin labeled
RECYCLE…
HA!
Plastic
OIL OIL OIL…
PLASTIC
******* Hell,
I bet oil is in my food chain somewhere
A box that makes it easy to cook in
A packing tool to deliver me the goods
OIL OIL OIL
Saturated Guilt
I feel like a harlot
A sinner
A part of something I cannot stop
I don’t want my world to look like this
Stop Me.
From the desire for convenience
Let me take living down a notch or two
Let me see with a part of me that is lost
THIS IS A CRY IN
(the
sledge of redemption)
I remember my body gave me another chance
When I filled it with poisons that made me feel good (you know what they are)
Will you do the same?
Oh heavenly body that holds my own.
Can you ever forgive me?
Linaji
