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Kerosene Prayers (6/28/2007)

With my hands full of kerosene I pray to my Our Father
A fire to the sky when every thing gets harder
Drifting ever farther or further, well whatever
Moving far away from the point I was together
It’s these times that leave me severed, lacking the connection
Unable to communicate with myself and past directions
Spitting word infections in these lines onto the pages
I’m hoping that these letters are really so contagious
Yeah, maybe it’s outrageous to think about my hatred
As if it were an illness just going through it’s stages
Yet, every one I see, I can see it in their faces
Corruption of the innocent is where the leader laid it
It must be fun to play with and manipulate the masses
Contributions to cause are made at banquet Masses
Sweeping past the hazards of the people left behind
A couple million kids have grown, waiting for their time
With your bombs out on the line and this anger in our arteries
Discontent is plain to see so don’t pretend it’s hard to see
Cause lying in my armory is the mightiest of weapons
A pen full of my fury and void of my disgression
And I don’t need my perfection to vocalize this message
There’s a world full of these people who understand and get this
These words are a means of helping me to vent this
But my temporary closure is not the final sentence

Notes: It’s a bit shorter than I planned, but I started to lose it a bit and I didn’t want to end it with filler. In this case, I think it’s better to leave it so short than to get monotonous or stray off on a tangent.

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