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Dear everyone, we are a broken people |
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But, it's okay, at least we have each other |
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And all I ask is that we can love one another |
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In a society of social adaptation to no end |
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We can't pretend to fall silent in this bend |
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Enduring injustice and lack of substance, reduced to redundancy |
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Repetition, regurgitating serpents to the church of Christ |
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Now, the church of judgement |
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Amid the beautiful devastation |
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The reusable meditation to calm the nerves of witnesses |
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to a crime of passion |
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A crime of madness |
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A crime of catastrophic proportions extended across seas |
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Reaching into the hearts of children |
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Grabbing into their vital organs |
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Until their blood pumps differently |
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Now inept to the silence |
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Rather than the equality |
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We've been indoctrinate to believe that |
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it is better to die for our beliefs rather than live in vain |
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And this is a belief that I breathe in, every single day |
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Not letting a single moment go to waste |
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But we find fault in our grief, |
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and we let political biases enter a spiritual realm, |
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and change the pace of our breath |
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Until anxiety has consumed the depth of our mess, |
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that is our bleeding head |
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Breaking our necks and changing the landscape of the human brain |
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To conform to lessons we prescribe to those |
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we thought were not living life in a way we wanted to see astride |
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So we created a diatribe, |
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a sickening language of dialect to change the meaning of brokenness |
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So we can say we are changed |
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Even thought the linguistics were simply just rearranged |
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And brought back to a point of comfort |
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Through a time of stress |
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And we talk to each other fairly straight |
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But at a scary rate, |
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we escalate our fate to the point of that very break |
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And then in times of comfort we barely relate |
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Just a merry state of intellect fleeting down a warred drain |
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But it always leaves dark stains in the sink |
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holding society to the brink of rioting |
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The extinct act of trying, and that's why I'm writing |
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I want the ink of my pen to stain the hands and hearts of many |
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In the name of love |
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In the name of peace |
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In the name of grace |
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Don't shy away I don't write to expose shame, or pass blame |
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But rather to make it known that we are all the same |
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In need of love |
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And in need of embrace |
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So let's make this change, and find a way to relate |
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In a way of love |
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Not hate |
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