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Nov 2014
Waking up from catatonic states
In another catatonic state
Held aloft by razor wires
Attached at the arms, the legs
The back of the head
I float through acid clouds
Mingling with the ghosts
Of the maniacs who hit the gas and drove off the overpass, their screaming families in the back seat
Of the maniacs who overdosed searching for the American Dream in a cheap hotel room
Of the maniacs who put guns in their mouths and blew the demons out the back of their skulls
I am surrounded by maniacs
God, America looks beautiful from above
The city lights like fields of stars and planets
But this planet is foreign to me up here
America, I am a ******* alien
America, you are a ***** beneath me now
Gliding o'er all
Gliding o'er the blind, the deaf, and the decaying
But America, could you be beautiful?
Could some of the wretches below
Truly lift their mad gaze to the heavens
And cry out
"God is dead, but we can rebuild him!
We have burned down all the mega churches and TV prophets
And we have built our own churches in ourselves,
Wild temples where love and beauty still hold power over ignorance and hate!
We haven't given up on you, America!"
And Hallelujah, their cries came to my ears
In the ******* loveliest melody
I descend from on high, to better observe what I have heard
And oh, what a sight
I see a generation that is sick
I see a generation that is rotting
But I also see a generation that is growing
I see a generation rising like a tide
With flowers growing strong in their bones and fire burning rampant in their hearts
The devil and God are raging inside all of us
In all of us are Nazis and cannibals and politicians
But we are all ******* heroes
And we are all ******* Gods
And we are all ******* saviors
And we are not all ******* lost
So God bless you, America
I've never felt so alive
So God bless you, America
I will howl no more at the sky
So God bless you, America
Dearly departed no longer will I be
So God bless you, America
You've finally set me free
I will find my broken body
I will make myself whole
I'll be your hero, America
I'll pave your streets with ******* gold
Again I feel my chest begin to pound
And the old ache sets in my bones
I'm wide awake, it's morning
And it is the most ******* beautiful day I have ever seen
Tyler King
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Tyler King  Ohio
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