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You preach good intentions
As you slaughter the poor
You ignore your faults
While forcing everyone else's
Down their throats
Have you even read
What you claim to believe?
Do you understand the gravity
Of the words that you speak?
Or do you just not care?
The poor man's blood
Falls on your head
Still you party and drink
Sinking in your greed
Undaunted by the unending bloodshed
You rule by fear
While squashing the truth underfoot
Twisting the words
That a better man said
To fit what you want to hear
Your heart is far from pure
As are your bloodstained hands
The facade of purity you parade
Fools no one, but suppresses everyone
The tyranny must end
The poor man's blood
Falls on your head
Still you party and drink
Sinking in your greed
Undaunted by the unending bloodshed
The poor man's blood
Falls on your head
You will account for his death
Sunken in your greed
Drowning in all the bloodshed
As you slaughter the poor
You ignore your faults
While forcing everyone else's
Down their throats
Have you even read
What you claim to believe?
Do you understand the gravity
Of the words that you speak?
Or do you just not care?
The poor man's blood
Falls on your head
Still you party and drink
Sinking in your greed
Undaunted by the unending bloodshed
You rule by fear
While squashing the truth underfoot
Twisting the words
That a better man said
To fit what you want to hear
Your heart is far from pure
As are your bloodstained hands
The facade of purity you parade
Fools no one, but suppresses everyone
The tyranny must end
The poor man's blood
Falls on your head
Still you party and drink
Sinking in your greed
Undaunted by the unending bloodshed
The poor man's blood
Falls on your head
You will account for his death
Sunken in your greed
Drowning in all the bloodshed
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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God likes Red Hair
The fish are still
In the shallows of your soul
But you get what you pay for
I think I’ll open a vein and call for a nurse
She’ll bring a needle the size of your heart
You would wonder what
I’m talking about if
You had a stick so long
It’s a contest to see who really ruined everything
And I’m gonna make a play. Who knows?
It hasn’t crossed my mind
In two pages of quelling rages
No more will I see you
I seem to do everything in five stanzas
It’s a pattern in a Universe where random is a pattern
And nothing gets done if it doesn’t break the mold
You did so long
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The ever-changing duplicity is indeed the trait of the Lord of a Thousand Faces.