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Friday, December 28, 2012

Insanity Has Become the Norm

a pebble falls or rolls into the pond
a slaughtered cow hits the concrete floor
a bird glides overhead
angels weep no more, no more

the dark is heavy in the crate
the moon is light and free
hope is not lost it can't be lost
stinking blood of the factory

a wave ripples water swirls
crammed into boxes too tight to move
knives drip with heavy sin
there is nothing left to lose

where is justice sweet justice
goddess of compassion grab a sword
prayers are over war is here
liberations steel cuts every cord

screaming pleading bleeding
insanity has become the norm
the pain just continues on
a planet far far away is born

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