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I followed your trail of tears to the watchtower on top of the hill; but its rampart looks inward and it mocks your other mother's womb It's a monument to hatred and control It strikes the hearts of the ignorant in a cloudless moon-filled night, alive with exotic eyes and invisible spooks I'll take away your confusion and fear I'll take away your paranoia and pain I promised a kingdom waiting for you If you're living on pennies and prayers I promised satisfaction tomorrow If you're hungry tonight And because you cry yourself to sleep I grant you a sunrise of laughter You'll come when I call you I'll take away these manufactured blues, Bask in triumph over wickedness and rules Your kingdom is paved with my intentions; Come meet your new boss, kinder and gentler than the old boss I'll take away your hate and hunger I'll take away the rain and rage When I was hungry I took your food When I was thirsty I took your water I gave you manna, the wonder of wanderings I gave you wine, the miracle of madness I'll choke you with smooth soft hands I'll smother you under a ton of feathers and with a promise to join me today I'll leave you hanging beside my cross I'll take away your confusion and fear I'll take away your paranoia and pain I'll take away your hate and hunger I'll take away the rain and rage
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Another Hallowed Eve: Promises
I followed your trail of tears to the watchtower on top of the hill; but its rampart looks inward and it mocks your other mother's womb It's a monument to hatred and control It strikes the hearts of the ignorant in a cloudless moon-filled night, alive with exotic eyes and invisible spooks I'll take away your confusion and fear I'll take away your paranoia and pain I promised a kingdom waiting for you If you're living on pennies and prayers I promised satisfaction tomorrow If you're hungry tonight And because you cry yourself to sleep I grant you a sunrise of laughter You'll come when I call you I'll take away these manufactured blues, Bask in triumph over wickedness and rules Your kingdom is paved with my intentions; Come meet your new boss, kinder and gentler than the old boss I'll take away your hate and hunger I'll take away the rain and rage When I was hungry I took your food When I was thirsty I took your water I gave you manna, the wonder of wanderings I gave you wine, the miracle of madness I'll choke you with smooth soft hands I'll smother you under a ton of feathers and with a promise to join me today I'll leave you hanging beside my cross I'll take away your confusion and fear I'll take away your paranoia and pain I'll take away your hate and hunger I'll take away the rain and rage
stefan-michener
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
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