Saturday, June 17
stop these lies right now -- with steel tipped bullets in machine guns
lies built up into high, thick walls
we dance before the devil
begging for alms
a pittance of acknowledgement, acceptance, affirmation
only to earn mocking, laughter and ridicule
by the well spun web of lies
we spurn all things good and beautiful
not believing that anything in this world can be purely and truly righteous
a fairytale they say
a fairytale to humour and cajole little children
and those who are shrouded by naivete
with the sound of trumpets
bring down those walls
let the words of chrisitian soldiers
be like steel tipped bullets in machine guns
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