searching
eternally
for peace
in these times or war
blood shed tears
fall
like crimson angels
cast from heaven
these stones
from our baskets
drawn,
are the lines that separate us by man kind's opinions
said,
are the words that label us by man kinds ignorance
heard
are the lies spread through your religion
felt
are the emotions of fallen stars
stretched across the sky
abstract movements
of a revolution
diluted
with the politics of
american ways
if you are to see freedom
you must first walk in disillusion
lead by armies
of government idiocy
reality
this painful reminder
of life
going through my days
this dizzy drunken daze
the eye in we
must learn to see
that which can not be seen
letting go of what we know
in order to learn more
shackled at our ankles
our possessiveness
materialistic
social standings
filling our emptiness with
genetically grown happiness
whatever is
economically viable
for mass consumption
is all part of our social domestication
peek now into my closet
tori's blue dress hangs there (between the skeletons)
she loaned it to me
back in january
wear it with your sorrows
like stains
for their judgment to see
cast now those opinions
your stones
your sins
so stunning
so numbing
the effect it has on me
even
neo-america crumbles
within these towers of a new world babylon
when they were never built
with intentions of standing tall
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