Violence springs up everywhere
From the ground, the air, and my fellow man I have been grazed by it and am shaken I can see the world lines and multiverses unfold: The possibilities and my adaptations When will preparation become desperation? I see darkened valleys covered by shadow The mountains and vistas are obstructed by clouds Fallout, slavery, class warfare, subterfuge, and strife There is no Light in the world we are making My child may inherent a spiritual wasteland A broken land with broken people with broken values The only thing to protect her is either A shift in cosmic influence or divine intervention Because there is no such thing as Saint John Rambo Our civilization has bi-polar disorder and is a cutter How am I supposed to make sense of it? Why have I been left to deal with the shit our elders made? All I have ever wanted was baseball, guitars, love, and peace Instead, I've been pushed off a cliff with a torn parachute I'm expected to make it all work; make it right This would have never happened to a communal tribe It's a shame we killed most of the people who knew How to live in harmony with their environment and their future I suppose that's what happened when we ate of the tree But with that knowledge, did we really gain anything? We weren't cast out of the Garden - we burned it down. |
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