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This here is my home,
metal sides of cold.
Death drips,
from the roof and mold.

This here is my home,
I run away far with my car.
To find myself parked,
staring through the dark.

This here is my home,
the walls mutter judgement,
charred with abandonment.

This here is my home,
It's gone now,
Burnt to the ground.

This here was my home.
Bea Rae Feb 17
One day I might lose

To the hidden thoughts floating

Deep inside my head
Bea Rae Feb 16
Please do not worry

I will cover the rubble

That you left behind
Bea Rae Feb 15
I fault myself

For falling in love with your lies

Instead of the truth
Bea Rae Feb 11
How could I forget

Being blamed for his abuse

When I spoke of it
Bea Rae Feb 10
He was never mine

To love to hold or to lose

Yet I waste my time
Bea Rae Feb 8
With false hopes and dreams

I stand here waiting for you

To fulfill your vows
Bea Rae Feb 8
My words weren't abusive

When I said them in that tone

He stated to me
Anais Vionet Feb 7
I think the patron saints have all been left for dead.
The lies have all been said,
and payments been arranged.

The depositions all went down behind the scenes.
The clergy spilled the beans,
but somehow the guilty never found

Have you heard of Jesus?
He was very wise,
now he lives up in the sky.

sing along, sing in spite of all the pain
sing in spite of all of the pain

Children start out in the world so full of dreams.
Then come the philistines,
who run those dreams into the ground.

Yes, it’s been confirmed, the patron saints are dead.
The church is in the red,
and we are all concerned.

I can imagine Jesus,
with a mighty spell,
sending all those guys to hell.

sing along, sing in spite of all the pain,
sing in spite of all of the pain.

The sordid stories that were hidden from us all,
except those on bathroom stalls,
which turned out to be the facts.

Children start out in the world so full of trust,
their faith was easily crushed,
and now we’re filled with a righteous rage.

Now we’re living in a new enlightened age -
sure that we can be the change.
Can we live like Jesus?
Can we avoid lies - can we be compassionate and wise?

sing along, sing in spite of all the pain
sing in spite of all of the pain
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