A prejudice, an assumption
Devil is black and black is Evil,
White is Pure and so is your navel.
And in there I lie helpless,
A pit of flesh where my solitude rest,
White lies and Black Apathy,
A perfect mixture of hyper sanity.
A tunnel vision directed, Focused and justified,
A reason, bottom line, nullified.
We need to stretch every strands of time,
to review each present and presence of mind.
once heaven is touched by the hands of god,
it'll rain bullets from the skies above.
And then there was Red.
A scythe and a knife,
an eagle beheaded,
and a blood red river ravaging,
thundering, rumbling. . .
and then god finally created silence.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 10:28 AM UTC
A prejudice, an assumption
Devil is black and black is Evil,
White is Pure and so is your navel.
And in there I lie helpless,
A pit of flesh where my solitude rest,
White lies and Black Apathy,
A perfect mixture of hyper sanity.
A tunnel vision directed, Focused and justified,
A reason, bottom line, nullified.
We need to stretch every strands of time,
to review each present and presence of mind.
once heaven is touched by the hands of god,
it'll rain bullets from the skies above.
And then there was Red.
A scythe and a knife,
an eagle beheaded,
and a blood red river ravaging,
thundering, rumbling. . .
and then god finally created silence.
Vn13©2010
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