History repeats in a self serving way
With massacres and epidemics trailing in it’s wake
The dawn gladly smiles for a daily setting son
The shrubs wave back signaling a job well done
A fistful of life taken to the grave
From the funeral attendance,
A tampered soul can never be saved
A child’s innocence is stolen, and no one seems to know
This dark but silent, internal foe
On top of treetops I sit in snow socks
Carving rocks in my cardboard shoebox
My mind drifts in a subconscious sleep
I’ll have a word with God I think
Let’s talk creation while floating in the sink
Almighty, would you like to have a drink?
I’ve got plenty of green scope to spare
In turn for humanities hope to share
Don’t mope on dope Jesus Christ
Don’t grope, just cope with your sacrifice
Because it’s wrong to hold a grudge
To be the judge who doesn’t budge
Now break the vase to set the spiritual pace
And cast you saving grace into outer space
Just spit in the face of the human race
Disgrace this place and lay it all to waste
Together we’ll turn the crown upside down
Promote the frown with disease in every town
Nah…..Change of plans to save mankind
Crush the hourglass to halt the tides of time
In this frozen frame let’s kick logistic rhymes
Transforming familiar faces in the sacred scene
Restored reality with slight intentions of greed
Is it to late to exit this state?
Of mind, that seems to alter fate
The power of control is unbearable to uphold
Men’s fragile wills are limitations grown cold
Surpassing the Buddha of religious doctrine
To fictitious beliefs of Greco roman gods
Occupied souls seem to be locked in
Immortal figures show a simple solemn nod
Maybe lightning strikes twice in one night
But not by the hand of father Zeus
Only in the comical illustrations of mother goose,
Grim is the color of a conductor’s fright

 
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