Simple Minds

where is the peace?

where is the comfort?

where is the silence?

this place is not a refuge,

it stands silent before raging seas,

towering above the Neolithic wasteland

like some giant frozen monolith,

waiting for the springtime sun

which never comes;

out here creatures lurk

without false hope,

raping and pillaging everything

in their path,

biting and chewing,

no inhibitions, no false pretenses,

creating giant gaping wounds,

ripping open the flesh of

unsuspecting victims,

torn apart by their own

greed and lust,

betrayed by their

never-ending fear;

no one sees,

no one knows,

no one cares;

I am ready,

it is near,

I am ready;

give me Your hand,

take me into Your arms,

hold me above the slaughter,

provide the strength needed to survive,

nothing is an accident in

this life gone awry,

every dream, every thought,

every action, every reaction;

they are all part of the game,

they are all part of the test;

simple minds speak with

simple tongues,

talking of futures and pasts

their narrow, simple minds

can barely grasp;

this is the way it has always been,

this is the way it will always be.

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