oceans dissolve mountains quake
riptides hold us to the stake
black rains spill and relentless kill
all that lives in the sacred hills
birds fallin' down from above
whatever happened to the wings of a dove
fishies sweepin' up from below
the air all around's become our foe
sun rays flare and satan glares
does no one care?
lay your soul bare
if you dare!
terra firma is no more
somethin' split the crust's charred door
slung it all to kingdom come
don't you know it's already done?
way too late
way too late
to meet at the gate
cause nothin's left
and
the gods, they all wept
lay your soul bare
if you dare
but no one cares
nothin's fair
in
the devil's lair
.
.
.
7 comments:
Oh no, I care. The horror of the truth is just so hard to bear.
and i do care, as well, despite these words - and you are right - the horror unthinkable, butternut -
all we have to do is care, nancy - it really really is up to us - it isn't too late - it can't be too late - we can change it - if we care - if we dare -
wicked write.
I care, and
I dare
little bit, by little bit.
thanks for sharing this.
wonderful to have you come by, liza! thank you for your own words - and bit by little bit is all that matters - one bit at a time! ;)
:-(
I care too, Gypsy. It's so hard to witness.
yes it is hard to witness, isn't it, dp - so we must be all the more vigilant in our thoughts of transformation!!! ;)
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