The scarceness of truth and beauty of this life
has ****** me dry of breath
Its ugliness has risen to try our hearts,
filling us with a blackness too awful to utter.
Love and goodness have been banned along with God,
blown away like chaff in the wind.
How many cheeks to turn?
How many cheeks to turn?
Into my soul their blackness creeps
giving voice to the cry within.
Pack wolves wait for signs of weakness as scarlet billows
cloud the waters of small town America.
Have we forgotten kindness and humanity?
They’ve been flushed down the toilet of
public education.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
The scarceness of truth and beauty of this life
has ****** me dry of breath
Its ugliness has risen to try our hearts,
filling us with a blackness too awful to utter.
Love and goodness have been banned along with God,
blown away like chaff in the wind.
How many cheeks to turn?
How many cheeks to turn?
Into my soul their blackness creeps
giving voice to the cry within.
Pack wolves wait for signs of weakness as scarlet billows
cloud the waters of small town America.
Have we forgotten kindness and humanity?
They’ve been flushed down the toilet of
public education.
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