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Monday, March 22, 2010

"They Killed It... "

They killed it
Or so they thought...
They think they did
But I do not think it forth
For if I think it, only I bringeth forth

But I think like a fort and I think it naught... Zero
Zero life given to their thoughts,
My heart is never lost; it’s behind the fort
Screaming out my thoughts till it’s hoarse

Relentless in this journey never taking a pause
They’re deaf to it; ears clogged of course
Stuffed with the fingers of selfish thoughts
Blocking out the truth, all that’s been taught
Guess they didn’t learn it. My Brothers are lost

But the heart is never lost; it’s behind the fort
Screaming out the truth till it’s hoarse.

They carry so much; they need to trade it all
Toting around safety nets; they fear the fall
I am appalled; they do not hear at all
The Heart screams the call...

But their thoughts are lost and create no forts
No control at all and loosely brings shit forth.
And now we are caught
Caught in this spiral of thoughts

“fuck it all... fuck all that’s been taught”
“fuck it all... fuck the cause”
“fuck you, fuck me, fuck it all”

“I did this, you did that”
“They did this, we did that”
We lie to ourselves, we haven’t learned at all
The nets are too heavy; take a pause
But the thoughts are loose and my Brothers are lost
Thoughts disconnected from the Heart of course

But the Heart is never lost; it’s behind the fort
Screaming out the truth till it’s hoarse

So the thoughts that are loose and bring shit forth
Attacks the fort and puts the Heart in court...
Shackled and Charged for breach of tort...
But the thoughts are lost... and their sight is lost
Now blinded from the truth of course

And the Heart can’t speak; it’s gone totally hoarse
And the Thoughts throw stones without a pause.
And the Heart stays silent; its voice is lost....

They killed it!

Or so they thought
They think they did
But I do not think it forth
For if I think it, only I bringeth forth

The Heart beats on; with no regrets at all
Just Mercy and Remorse for the Thoughts that are Lost
So the heart is never lost; it’s behind the fort
Screaming out the truth till it’s hoarse

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Monday, March 22, 2010

"They Killed It... "

They killed it
Or so they thought...
They think they did
But I do not think it forth
For if I think it, only I bringeth forth

But I think like a fort and I think it naught... Zero
Zero life given to their thoughts,
My heart is never lost; it’s behind the fort
Screaming out my thoughts till it’s hoarse

Relentless in this journey never taking a pause
They’re deaf to it; ears clogged of course
Stuffed with the fingers of selfish thoughts
Blocking out the truth, all that’s been taught
Guess they didn’t learn it. My Brothers are lost

But the heart is never lost; it’s behind the fort
Screaming out the truth till it’s hoarse.

They carry so much; they need to trade it all
Toting around safety nets; they fear the fall
I am appalled; they do not hear at all
The Heart screams the call...

But their thoughts are lost and create no forts
No control at all and loosely brings shit forth.
And now we are caught
Caught in this spiral of thoughts

“fuck it all... fuck all that’s been taught”
“fuck it all... fuck the cause”
“fuck you, fuck me, fuck it all”

“I did this, you did that”
“They did this, we did that”
We lie to ourselves, we haven’t learned at all
The nets are too heavy; take a pause
But the thoughts are loose and my Brothers are lost
Thoughts disconnected from the Heart of course

But the Heart is never lost; it’s behind the fort
Screaming out the truth till it’s hoarse

So the thoughts that are loose and bring shit forth
Attacks the fort and puts the Heart in court...
Shackled and Charged for breach of tort...
But the thoughts are lost... and their sight is lost
Now blinded from the truth of course

And the Heart can’t speak; it’s gone totally hoarse
And the Thoughts throw stones without a pause.
And the Heart stays silent; its voice is lost....

They killed it!

Or so they thought
They think they did
But I do not think it forth
For if I think it, only I bringeth forth

The Heart beats on; with no regrets at all
Just Mercy and Remorse for the Thoughts that are Lost
So the heart is never lost; it’s behind the fort
Screaming out the truth till it’s hoarse

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