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Bones and dust and dissonant notes Only what I believe With that whimpering hound in the street Hungry as he is afraid And covered in mange I tried to look away To the peddlers on the avenue Fancy storefronts and window panes Where I could hide away Lord I had no hope Lord I hid my faith With the jewels and meat and wine Knowing what I believe Is a starving dog in the street Beaten on and defeated Castrated I could only look away To the mages and the court jesters Moving men become images on screens To occupy my mind when there is no hope Lord what is my fate? Is it fires and bullets and the grave? Is it anger controlling the world? Demons whispering in our ears? Pestilence and war as we do as they bid Keeping that dog hungry Keeping that dog afraid I only look away Don't feed that dog Not even the bones that we leave in the bin Lord is this my fate? I ask aloud with no one around Save for the spirits that occupy the corners of the room Of light and dark Of truth and morality and a fire that starts from a spark But with the lights on Lord I show my faith Because the energy flowing trough a cherry tree That makes the flowers bloom Should be the springtime of a life and we shouldn't look away We should give As we give thanks for this food It can be bitter but it can be sweet With this bustling restaurant With families and businessmen busy with their lives Hustling and hurrying The wait staff rushing food to hungry patrons Food upon my plate And I will pray Lord I show my fate I've fed that dog long ago Took him in from off the street Cared for him back to health And gave him warmth and comfort And he gave me love and we should give
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
Faith
Bones and dust and dissonant notes Only what I believe With that whimpering hound in the street Hungry as he is afraid And covered in mange I tried to look away To the peddlers on the avenue Fancy storefronts and window panes Where I could hide away Lord I had no hope Lord I hid my faith With the jewels and meat and wine Knowing what I believe Is a starving dog in the street Beaten on and defeated Castrated I could only look away To the mages and the court jesters Moving men become images on screens To occupy my mind when there is no hope Lord what is my fate? Is it fires and bullets and the grave? Is it anger controlling the world? Demons whispering in our ears? Pestilence and war as we do as they bid Keeping that dog hungry Keeping that dog afraid I only look away Don't feed that dog Not even the bones that we leave in the bin Lord is this my fate? I ask aloud with no one around Save for the spirits that occupy the corners of the room Of light and dark Of truth and morality and a fire that starts from a spark But with the lights on Lord I show my faith Because the energy flowing trough a cherry tree That makes the flowers bloom Should be the springtime of a life and we shouldn't look away We should give As we give thanks for this food It can be bitter but it can be sweet With this bustling restaurant With families and businessmen busy with their lives Hustling and hurrying The wait staff rushing food to hungry patrons Food upon my plate And I will pray Lord I show my fate I've fed that dog long ago Took him in from off the street Cared for him back to health And gave him warmth and comfort And he gave me love and we should give
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Unsurprisingly, I'm numb. I suppose it hasn't hit me; Then again, I'm emotionally thrifty When Death swings his scythe. So many people weep and wail, Their arms flailing As they cry and rail Against the All Powerful. Yet, I am empty. I've been to funerals aplenty, And I'm indifferent. Death is inevitable--it happens to us all. For me, it means a feast of fried chicken And lots of finger lickin'.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
Deep Fried Death