Drift fields of feeling.
My vision is reeling,
There is no concealing
The boundless we bludgeoned
Or these fears that we're dealing
Like pushing
To the rehabilitating
And when push comes to shove,
We abandon our love
Ourselves do we save,
Morals deranged
Humanity estranged
God out the window, and onto the street
Where famine's so real;
There is nothing to eat
And the people they fester
On endless repeat
Repeat
Repeat.
Let's feast!
On the goals of the populace,
The dreams of the hopeful
The loved and the Loveless.
A savior at a ball game
Roots not for the home team
Nor the opposing
I'm only supposing,
That this cosmic indifference
Mirrors divine belligerence
And a cyclic postulance
For what we know
Will never
Exist.
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