Turn off the TV.
There is so much noise
in the world.
To much equivocation of pain,
to much
lust for suffering.
Turn off the TV.
Let mother nature
lull me to sleep
where the fate of the man
I love
rests solemnly on the head of a liar.
Turn off the TV.
My eyes subside on
a world at peace.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
Turn off the TV.
There is so much noise
in the world.
To much equivocation of pain,
to much
lust for suffering.
Turn off the TV.
Let mother nature
lull me to sleep
where the fate of the man
I love
rests solemnly on the head of a liar.
Turn off the TV.
My eyes subside on
a world at peace.
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