the blacksmith
and the artist
forged their
creativity
closer to the heart
the blacksmith
was a phony
and the artist
was tossed out
doesn’t seem fair
when so close to love
we aren’t left behind
just blessed
from a distance
slam the door
on him
again and again
and again and again and again
he’s mine
all mine
do what thou wilt
with that one
i wasn’t raised
for you
i lured you in
as a kid
love love love
love love love
he had none
for the good of us all
i didn’t go
because i had a tyrant on my hands
what a disgrace
for you to think
i fell from grace
you didn’t do something
so i did
no one was going to do it for me
i know they know
because they are always around
to hurt me
torture me
make my life a living hell
theyre healing phony’s
just like him
my nightmare
re-playing
again and again
GOD!
I don’t want to.
the end.
they started this game
i’m gonna singe it
throw it in the furnace
the flames
until i can
smell the
burning flesh
make sure it’s real
that what you feel is real
and i was always ready
to heal
what did you think?
i’d fly away?
what did you do
besides sabotage
God’s work?
adam’s apples
no wonder
like a jew nose
grows like Pinocchio
except i was
the one that hung.
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