Thursday, November 19, 2015

Beached Children I

Advantage conformity
Addiction scares away the memory
Communion's wine masks our lethargy
We're stained with empathy for a regurgitated Amen
A stable doubt murdered out guilt that would awaken shame
As G-d she remains lethargic so we too are silent
Watching karma attempt to carve children
From our ashen black road to hell stone
Out of the sea endless tomb shores
Where she lost all her friends
Kids who sank like rocks
In an ocean of pretend
Make believe hope
It's a sea of...
Her sadness

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