The barren wastes, bearing down on me.[i] Cracks in the clouds leave me wondering: Did the oceans dry out and return to the sky, for a privileged perspective of our final goodbye? Pretend its a house of peace while shes buried underneath. You built your Fathers house over my mothers grave.[ii] Bodies - a mass grave collapse the concave floor. These sanctimonious steeples will meet us in the dirt. Because the earth is trembling,[iii] if only we had eyes to see it shake. Ignorant until we expire. When the ocean fills our veins and the soil becomes my bones:[iv] Maybe well fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for slaves. We were dressed in potential now were draped in sorrow. Our race is a bloodstain spattered on a profane political campaign - manifest your destiny. Stripes and stars comprise my prison bars - the cost of liberty.[v] Maybe well fall asleep tonight to the madness in the melody poured out for slaves. Maybe this storm is a perfect score for wretched bodies washed ashore, poured out for me.[vi] The life I loved looking up at me: saplings struck like daggers hemorrhaging streams as the breath of my people return to the ground[vii] so forests can once more abound. The suffering cross that overcame,[viii] the name of Love made concurrent with shame. This melody - I thought it familiar it sounds like your heartbeat keeping time,[ix] then you turn and remind me that this pain has a purpose. And maybe well fall asleep tonight. thenightgodslept/ –––––––––––––––––––––– [i] South Dakota badlands [ii] Indian Removal Act of 1830 [iii] Proverbs 30:21 [iv] Inspired by a quote attributed to Chief Seattle of the Suquamish tribe [v] The Dawes Act of 1887 [vi] Matthew 5:45 [vii] Psalm 146:4 [viii] Christus Victor [ix] *irregular - JLW Silent Planet
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