Save The Children

here i stand in the desert sand. yet there i lay,
in the dust storms of brain storms. some day,
we may form a massive collective mind.
without bandages i kneel down to the fantasy of what is real.
thus far the only signs of freshness
i came across upon this quest is nothingness.
possessed to find truth at all costs, elementally.
i walk a thin line of good and evil, coincidentally.
we all believe in god and nature and higher levels.
yet we dwell in devil's machinery in lower levels of raped scenery.
it's seemingly endless, demeaning and mindless,
we're friendless and meaningless, living in darkness, walking with candles.
and while i'm on the subect of difference its lame.
i've noticed the more things change, the more things stay the same.
so stay on focus, it's hopeless, to go against the grain while new to this.
until i'm menapaused and then ejected from the uterus.
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"and i've seen so far into the night and linger in the land of no light."
day two, i've left the earth and all is alien and foreign.
females are wailing, and i'm swimming in a cesspool, it's pouring.
it ain't dark no more, no longer worth the fight.
my old candles turn to sunglasses, i can't stand the light.
yet i can't stand the rain, these bodies i lay with are numb.
and i can't stand the pain, these children i play with are dumb.
a figure points a finger and whispers leave,
this small porcelain tomb, it'll be all i will have achieved.
and i refuse to be excrement, dash to the left and try to break for my life.
a large hand grabs me now, there's no escape.
i'm thrown into a whirlpool, swimming unto infinity.
grasping for an oxygen breath, but i don't breathe that yet.
inhale the h2o and thank life i'm still living breath.
giving death a hell of a run, until the movement stops.
bubble to the surface, almost dead assed out,
starving cold and alone until i passed out.
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living ain't all that i wanna go back to nonexistence.
the womb was not meant to be a tomb, but once i've gone the distance.
won't sleep 'til i see revenge for my dead sibling, i miss her.
i watch my brother be impaled as i held the hand of my sister.
kissed her when she was void.
missed the missile, i'm docile amongst the dead soil and fossile, 'til i'm deployed.
none of this should have happened, as far as i'm concerned i'm barred.
i should have died months ago in a condom, and this wouldn't have been so hard.
should have, but it's not this way, i fought that way,
i lay until i no longer thought that way.
none of this was worth the fight, i should have been disposed
in nighttime laying only half in a trash can.
not white trash in a trailer park.
or a dismembered rash, lashing out at last sole member of a coat hanger tailored art.
with no form of identity. blanketed by newspapers.
remedy be levity, life be the penalty.
as bodies in a mass scurry fast to carry out their masquerade.
i lay in the cut to hear lies, from pawns, peons and tricks of this trade.
in this eon let me be on and be on the next decade,
there i stay to remain in flux and be another child saved.
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