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The devil was never evil, just confused. So I am too. I caught her before She fell. The ambulance came and wrapped her up in blue. Love and hate are not in opposition. Survival Requires them both to coexist. And I can’t remember the last time I agreed with the arm Or the army of truth. No questions. No questions. There is no escape from the farm. Maybe there was never a reason Maybe we need imagination Maybe nothing makes sense Does that make sense? Maybe its not supposed to Maybe we can’t know evil And we can’t know truth Maybe our language represents All of the lies we tie ourselves to Maybe God created the world And on the seventh day he slept in and hit the snooze. Maybe there was supposed to be more to it Maybe he said “Good enough,” and went Back to his golden throne to sit. He saved me, beat me up and gave me back To the water, back to the river, With the spider webs falling apart. Back to the place I sat and I thought And day turned into dark Maybe we only talk to agree upon truth, and Maybe my truth is a lie to you
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Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
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The devil was never evil, just confused. So I am too. I caught her before She fell. The ambulance came and wrapped her up in blue. Love and hate are not in opposition. Survival Requires them both to coexist. And I can’t remember the last time I agreed with the arm Or the army of truth. No questions. No questions. There is no escape from the farm. Maybe there was never a reason Maybe we need imagination Maybe nothing makes sense Does that make sense? Maybe its not supposed to Maybe we can’t know evil And we can’t know truth Maybe our language represents All of the lies we tie ourselves to Maybe God created the world And on the seventh day he slept in and hit the snooze. Maybe there was supposed to be more to it Maybe he said “Good enough,” and went Back to his golden throne to sit. He saved me, beat me up and gave me back To the water, back to the river, With the spider webs falling apart. Back to the place I sat and I thought And day turned into dark Maybe we only talk to agree upon truth, and Maybe my truth is a lie to you
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dylan-anthony
Italian
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
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