When Two Worlds Collide
A Surprise Left
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Ever observed how straight-forward it is
To stand over the unchatised
In our Sunday best
To laugh inside with bitter scorn
At their dirty rags
To prey on the harlet
Who with her shapely breasts
Invites the hungry, poor and the blind
To her feast
To be a Pharisee with longwinded and eloquent prayers
To all that must lend an ear
For with these a picture tells a million words of endless regret
The scribe in his foolish wisdom
Who is a rotting corpse burning inside
Old Jolly Rodger preys on the weakest fish in the sea
But it is the young or old that he sees
What is the point of living a lie
Are we not pittied above all men
Wouldn't it be better to give up the race
And give in to her itch that you feel you need to scratch
We are not tiny compartments
Inside an ever shrinking box
Just open your eyes
To stand over the unchatised
In our Sunday best
To laugh inside with bitter scorn
At their dirty rags
To prey on the harlet
Who with her shapely breasts
Invites the hungry, poor and the blind
To her feast
To be a Pharisee with longwinded and eloquent prayers
To all that must lend an ear
For with these a picture tells a million words of endless regret
The scribe in his foolish wisdom
Who is a rotting corpse burning inside
Old Jolly Rodger preys on the weakest fish in the sea
But it is the young or old that he sees
What is the point of living a lie
Are we not pittied above all men
Wouldn't it be better to give up the race
And give in to her itch that you feel you need to scratch
We are not tiny compartments
Inside an ever shrinking box
Just open your eyes
The wind is blowing cold
Have we lost our way tonight?
Have we lost our hope to sorrow?
Feels like were all alone
Running further from what’s right
And there are no more heroes to follow
So what are we becoming?
Where did we go wrong?
Have we lost our way tonight?
Have we lost our hope to sorrow?
Feels like were all alone
Running further from what’s right
And there are no more heroes to follow
So what are we becoming?
Where did we go wrong?
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that's awesome
This is probably the first poem i've written of late where I haven't taken stuff from my fav lyrcrists, lots of biblical imagery though!
Have we lost our way tonight?
Have we lost our hope to sorrow?
Feels like were all alone
Running further from what’s right
And there are no more heroes to follow
So what are we becoming?
Where did we go wrong?
even though i am not a religious sort of person.
Only thunder gives me rest.
Have we lost our way tonight?
Have we lost our hope to sorrow?
Feels like were all alone
Running further from what’s right
And there are no more heroes to follow
So what are we becoming?
Where did we go wrong?