An Unkind

We see the vipers of distance

 Crawl into our lives everyday

 Breeding our Edens of hatred

 Pathetically stupid and unkind

 We couldn't look a saint in the eyes

 On the storm

 It's time to go

 On the storm

 It's time to go

 Marching in lines of contradiction

 Forgetting the history we make

 Loving our hangmen as the

 Penultimate joke

 We lack the Moses...to look

 A saint in the eye


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