secrets shared

souls bared

how does our garden grow?

something gotta live and shit and die
to keep the food chain alive
the air is filled with a child's laughter
and an old man's moans of despair

no reckoning for the innocent
existentially locked in a world without consequances

reckoning is for the bloodied and judged
the redemption seekers


has to feel like death to a caterpillar to crawl inside a cocoon
they must want to move the entire time
waiting for the moment when their struggle will finally pay off
believing in food if nothing else awaits them outside of their prisons
and they are rewarded with flight...


Christians probably don't believe butterflies have souls
their core beliefs are absurd enough without picking up the latest new age butterfly fad
that's why the fundamentalists survive -- they circle the wagons around their core of madness

the Scientology brain fried reality free-for-all attacks their opponents
as harsh as they can get away with legally or otherwise

i imagine a trusting innocent soul crashing into this planet and being raised in someones madness
brought into thought in a con game
ran by a hollywood egomaniac

they will write their books one day
the horror stories
and we will say I told you so
and they will ask why we did so little....








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