klabarron
10-31-2002, 03:42 PM
Hear another baby girl was stolen and killed today.....
And I had to dig deep within my soul to be...... surprised?
Cause I have, sadly, become immune to this ****.
I find myself immune in this moment
not even feeling the pain that once plagued me.
I am immune to this ****? And I am no longer surprised?
To young girls dying and distraught mothers crying.
Cause this **** is happening wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy too often.
And every news broadcast is a broad-cast
of a shadowed darkness of the predatory heart.
Babies dying, Mommas crying and I have gotten’
used to this sickness so much so that
after the veins of my beleaguered soul had been invaded
by this acquired pain that i have become immune to feeling
this pain and i look at my own girls and wonder if i can keep them safe.
My tear ducts not longer produce the salty sanity of tear drops
cried with those who mourn the deaths of loved ones
and the ducts of my tears are as dry as the mountainous
mounds of desert sand, windblown by strong winds
and not even a mirage of an empathic tear swells within them.
My heart has so been bled by the bleeding heart of those
wounded by America’s newest disease
as hellacious murderers kill off heavenly angels and
social maggots feast on their carcasses
numb to the fact the heart of America is turning from plum to prune
and no room is left to love the little, lost ones.
So we wait for the next headline; the next broadcast.
My soul once drowned in shadows.
Shadows of the little ones, once fluttered in my soul
like butterflies on a field of daises and now
the field is mowed low and the butterflies go
to a far away land, dead to my springtime world
as it spins of the axis of all that made the butterfly and field so beautiful
being, young, carefree and American. Love.
A shadowed winter has ore’shadowed my soul.
Cause I have, sadly, become immune to this ****. I find myself immune in this moment not even feeling the pain that once plagued me.
I am immune to this ****! This stealing, raping, killing ****!
And I am no longer surprised!
And I had to dig deep within my soul to be...... surprised?
Cause I have, sadly, become immune to this ****.
I find myself immune in this moment
not even feeling the pain that once plagued me.
I am immune to this ****? And I am no longer surprised?
To young girls dying and distraught mothers crying.
Cause this **** is happening wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy too often.
And every news broadcast is a broad-cast
of a shadowed darkness of the predatory heart.
Babies dying, Mommas crying and I have gotten’
used to this sickness so much so that
after the veins of my beleaguered soul had been invaded
by this acquired pain that i have become immune to feeling
this pain and i look at my own girls and wonder if i can keep them safe.
My tear ducts not longer produce the salty sanity of tear drops
cried with those who mourn the deaths of loved ones
and the ducts of my tears are as dry as the mountainous
mounds of desert sand, windblown by strong winds
and not even a mirage of an empathic tear swells within them.
My heart has so been bled by the bleeding heart of those
wounded by America’s newest disease
as hellacious murderers kill off heavenly angels and
social maggots feast on their carcasses
numb to the fact the heart of America is turning from plum to prune
and no room is left to love the little, lost ones.
So we wait for the next headline; the next broadcast.
My soul once drowned in shadows.
Shadows of the little ones, once fluttered in my soul
like butterflies on a field of daises and now
the field is mowed low and the butterflies go
to a far away land, dead to my springtime world
as it spins of the axis of all that made the butterfly and field so beautiful
being, young, carefree and American. Love.
A shadowed winter has ore’shadowed my soul.
Cause I have, sadly, become immune to this ****. I find myself immune in this moment not even feeling the pain that once plagued me.
I am immune to this ****! This stealing, raping, killing ****!
And I am no longer surprised!