The lumber jack, was on his way
Driving through a woodland of
They found his car, the rooftop
gusts of wind blew through
the tree tops...
And the coroner and police officer
they gazed at each other..
Is it me or does the wind blowing
through the leaves sound like
And with that another branch fell
upon the already mangled wreckage..
They had to make sure he was
there was no warning.
And as the breeze continued the noise
turned to screams, whistling
around the pair..
Both cars where found later on
the next afternoon..
hundreds of meters from each other with..
Even there was no wind, the rustling leaves
sounded like far away laughter..
and the group just looked in confusion.
They where outnumbered and didn't even realise it.
Feast your eyes upon all the
trapped in the grills of fat and
so far away from the idyllic blades of
crossing ***-hole asphalted rivers where
We all get hurt crossing seemingly
and end up in some wolf-dressed-as-sheep
are we different from the insects
If only you could wiggle your body more to the side
but the alligator never slows and the wind is a bonafide
At least I can see whats ahead, might as well enjoy the ride.
Life is so brutal
It mangles the heart
Beaten and bruised
From the very start
In a world fallen
From its original glory
We need to bring Jesus
Back to the story
His voice will heal
And mend your soul
If you give him the time
He can make you whole
Each day is a chance
To let him touch you
If you open your heart
His words will renew
Written 12 August 2018
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