Close up, mash up. Throw the damn lives up. We listen, we live. What the hell is the world doin. We see it, we dream it, we're dying to get through it. I see the waterfall hiding in the cave. Another dead man is lying in his grave. What sport, what hobby? I don't see anything but more fucking bodies.
We see the disaster of life never living ever after. We fall, crawl and wait for the bombs to fall. Our life is chaos, it's reigning down. What do we see that should be so profound?
It pours into us, it grabs our throats. I don't feel anything but another force choke. It's dying all around. Our cities, our government and us are letting it go. When are we going to stand up to our government and say HELL NO!
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
However
When we find writing and dreams staring at us, what do we do with them? Do we stand by and stare or do we fall down and rise again?
Our lives are under our control, our world is as well. What do we do with a world that is falling apart at the seams and we can't stop bandage it fast enough?
Our lives are under our control, our world is as well. What do we do with a world that is falling apart at the seams and we can't stop bandage it fast enough?
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