You're such an inspiration for the ways
That I'll never ever choose to be
Oh so many ways for me to show you
How the saviour has abandoned you
Fuck your God
Your Lord and your Christ
He did this
Took all you had and
Left you this way
Still you pray, you never stray
Never taste of the fruit
You never thought to question why


It's not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side
Praise the one who left you
Broken down and paralysed
He did it all for you
He did it all for you


Oh so many many ways for me to show you
How your dogma has abandoned you
Pray to your Christ, to your god
Never taste of the fruit
Never stray, never break
Never choke on a lie
Even though he's the one who did this to you
You never thought to question why


Not like you killed someone
It's Not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ
As if he knows the reasons why
He did it all for you
Did it all for you
He did it all for you..
Understand: you are one of a kind. Your character traits are a kind of chemical mix that will never be repeated in history. There are ideas unique to you, a specific rhythm and perspective that are your strengths, not your weaknesses. You must not be afraid of your uniqueness and you must care less and less what people think of you.






I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing,
Doomed to crumble unless we grow and strengthen our communication.

 With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings

Paralysed until the flesh crawls right off my bones

I can't push words past the knot in my throat

Water stands where once water could flow

This is not my familiar broken home


I don't know what we've turned into over night. A ball and chain around your tongue. Spread and distribute only if it is deserved. Sensitivity gives way to numbness. I'll be the judge of my own beliefs. People's smiles and and eyes no longer interest me. I could recite their story before it passes their lips. And I'm no mind-reader. I'm tired of hiding behind black curtains. Let the sun warm my skin. The team you have assembled is redundant. Start over

I count the days to find
What was left behind
Only these names I clutch
Will lead me to my home
Somehow this river marks
A wrinkle hand in mine
And everyday that parts
The water into two


We only have what we remember


So sick of the sound of people giving up.
You can't stop me giving a fuck


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