A dagger shedding moments of hysteria.
Nowhere is there such a gripping hold
than right where I am laying my head.
Lullabies of Genocide and cartoons of disaster
missing my body by inches
Strength in numbers protected by angels
Belief in what only might be.
Faith grows stronger with every new second
Bibles burning ferociously beside us
A glide of the yesterdays that haunt our lives
Obliterated by a glow of power.
Crosses hang melancholy backwards and askew
A society which neglects to notice
when shoeless feet tread shards of economy
There is nothing to blame but ourselves.
While we look for escapes of the reality we have
Blaming what we don't understand
Tiny miracles occur unnoticed
Salvation for one hopeless soul
Hate burns wildly in the eyes of the messenger
Red pupils spitting fragments of ignorance
Put down your gun the message is flawed
Chinese whispers don't warrant a bullet
Huge picket sins and screeching letters
Decorate the roads in protest
Of what we can't change in who we are
Nor want to become in the future
It is not what belief is supposed to be
when the wind whistles by in no judgement
When kisses are laid with such tender approach
how far must it go to be seen?
Clouds of desire and true adoration
buckling the argument of hindsight
Tomorrow's victory can only achieve
one more silent but perfect miracle.
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