weeds burst into seed wintering beneath the dust first to bloom come spring
what does it say about our soul when half of us subscribe to hate ‘twas apathy led to this fate spiraling down this rabbit hole inhabited by greedy trolls who prey upon us while we sleep and fill our heads with lies and tweets but half of us are wide awake we’ll right what’s wrong, for all our sake, that day when love takes to the streets
darkness enshrouded moon fading slowly to black bodes fury at dawn
As if we needed more heartbreak… two hundred thousand souls now gone a stalwart prophetess moves on now when there is so much at stake with riots in the streets, earthquakes, fires, floods, hurricanes…can’t look! The year god looked away, forsook our selfish prayers, our hateful ways, our sins exposed on full display, our end assured by hook or crook.
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