whose side are you on?
what side is this anyway?
put down your sword and crown
come lay with me on the ground
ima cut my hair and wash my feet. down the drain will go the blood and sting and pity. all thats left is the raw anger that lays on my red raw skin, red from the blood that is flowing down the drain along side the sting and pity. i will cut these locks, the ones who are withering with winter sadness. i will wash my new hair with vitamin D from the sun's shine. i will lay on your bed in that one strip of sunlight, the one that glistens deep within your understanding face muscles. that raw skin will heal into a calloused shield, defending my weaknesses. i will cradle the hands of these new friendships with tender love and care, and learn from all your kindness. the sting and pity will come back on those down swoops, but the cycle keeps on turning. on we go with being 'just fine' and loving what we got. i see the light in the eyes of kingdom spring- take me there.
you come beating like moth's wings, spastic and violently
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