Praying for Peace is Like F-king a Sheep

Head in the sand
Screaming at the flood
Swallowing the pill and the ill
Curse the heavens for the rain
Spit into the wind
Time come
Time again
Tis human and humanity
Hubris and urbanity
Fighting the fight
Rage against the warrior

The torrent cannot hear
Courses will be run
The tyrant will not heed
No matter to the crown
Wrong is wrong
Is right again or not
Yet denial turns no tides

The function is the key
With a matter to be done
A method to the madness
Sheer madness
In method
Curse not the tool
For its sundry uses
Those in need
May yet bless the hands

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