All come into this world with the notion of innocents
From day one we are misguided about our fate
But as time slowly ages
We progress and no longer concur
With the abundance of fairytale blemishes’
Yet as these realizations sink into our mortal minds
We struggle to find a prophet to ease our fears
So we light a candle and place it on top of our TV
In hopes to find the meaning of life
Threw some domestic add for toilet cleaner
We reminisce threw old pill bottles
To find a God that will demolish our pain
We sweep the ashes under the rug of
Self pity and collect our tears in
Clear glass earns in hopes
That others will extend a hand
Of reconciliation.
One giant leap for salty consumers
And just another fall back for humanity
We must learn to forgive the lies
Feed to us by our elders
And reconstruct a balance of truth
And pain.
Letting our minds experiment with
The Freedom of death!!!
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