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by Jeff Blasczyk
No one's eyes to stare into just mine staring back, the one's in the
mirror,
desolate and black, the one's in the mirror, i'm about to crack.
The blood on my knuckles never goes away, I wait for it to heal but
everythings so grey, always seeing red almost every single day.
Gangrene
with envy, blue through and through with these blood shot eyes from the
devil's brew, I'm about to crack, don't know what to do. Here's part
two.
All these people, different places, politicians, base installations,
arms
races, social graces, masks tied around faces.
Actresses and actors,
stress
fracture factors, detractors, distractors, unnatural disasters, humans
as
commodites, autocracy, atrocities, high societies soliciting their
piety.
Blind eyes feeding us lies we believe, deceived, disguised, compromised
sovereign united nations, peace treaty organizations, mutual
munipulation,
munitions carrying stiff stipulations.
Interferences, "intervention",
diplomatic tensions, contention their intentions mere invention.
Their
hatred for my dissidence, insolence, independence and nonconformaty
bore me,
CNN feed me another slanted story.
Methodically micromanaged, people
collectively famished, "collaterally" damaged.
None of us care or dare
bare
the burden of the people they're hurtin', i'm certain.
Vote abstinence,
latex or lotion instead of stillborn partial birth abortion.
Sick of
special
self interest and self absorption, pollitical pollution, religion's
solutions,
excepting Jesus as my personal savior and Chinese child
labor but
all those in favor savor the flavor of this reality, but it's hard for
me,
to swallow so i'll just wallow in self pity and sorrow until tommorow
because I probably just fail to see the good in the world, or the good
in
me.
It just gets in the way.
No devine comedy just a theatre of pain
where
insanity feeds the sane and one's loss is anothers gain.
