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The dangling conversion

We talk about nothing
And make it sound like pride
We want the god damn freedom
And God to be our guide

We preach about morals
And emblaze ethic rights
We bow to politicians
Then take the drugs at night

We see ourselves as equals
We set the records straight
Empathy is in our prayers
But we won’t give up the hate

We claim to be the prophets
Of the prophecy of hope
But the world is so much clearer
When it’s dangling from the rope

Our Earth is staked out dogma
We’re divided into race
The loved one is a traitor
The friend a mirror face

Acceleration

Things are pending so fast and changing focus without notice. So fast. Emotions are swiftly crushed into moments of fear, then spread out quick as lightning over time into bits of experiences. So weird. When all we have are thoughts, more abstract than graspable, what do we hold on to as reference? There’s nothing. Humans are provided all the tools to conspire grand imaginations, but denied the ability to comprehend the consequences.

Gravity

I haven't been so lonely I haven't been so cold I haven't been so angry Since before I wasn't told I can't mind I can't mind I can't mind no more I haven't been so dirty I haven't been so small I haven't been so fucked up Since I threw open the door I don't mind I...