Micheal Falls | Wednesday, 22 September 2021 | Print
Micheal Falls
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See my ghost with your tunnel vision
Throw stones from your glasshouse
Tell stories of the inquisition
In hopes, you’ll find something out
Make believe there are monsters
Cuz upon this earth there are
Go ahead, place me among them
And then show my battle scars
So take me at my value
Stones from a house of a glass
Take aim with your weapons
And shoot before you ask
( so make sure that I’m bleeding
With every stone, you throw
Do what makes you happy
But I don’t want to know
Stones from the self-righteous
Who always do no wrong
The pervasive side of judgement
I’ve been there all along)
And the see through house you live in
The reflection of your eyes
The half full cup you pissed in
Has led to your demise
But in this, I find no pleasure
And still, you cast your stones
Hurt me for good measure
Safe in your glass home.
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Posted 3:31 pm | Wednesday, 22 September 2021
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