We are addicted to tell the tale of our misery,
We are so broken that we need magic and mystery,
We need a man by the name of God,
We need to be taught how we got lost,
We need the dreams we need the charade,
We need the the sins and we need to parade,

We need the love and we need the hate,
We refuse to believe that we can be played,
We fight and kill for the sake of peace,
We light candle for our grief,
We need and we want and we desire,
The successful slaves up for hire,

All of this is timely ebb,
But At the edge,
We need to pledge,
We won’t fight for the right path to death

copyright © Philosophical Pen


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