they kill jesus everytime he comes back.
get him hooked on crack.
To keep a stale drive strong on self destructive ignorance of the obvious decay of our selfish plight.
we cower in front of our television,
persuaded into indifference,
bitching about our petty woes
as we defend our favorite trend.
how long? how long will this go on?
apparantly we will only reach sanctity and paradise through tragedy.
unfortunately we hide the naked truth with too much clothing.
im tired and i want to fight.
ill be in the studio next weekend raging lyricism.
its all i got.
we should all go nuclear.
dont get too comfortable in your ez chair.
soon enough we will be killing each other for a jar of pickles starving from our lack of survival skills.
Great poem, Matthew! That last line is perfect. We had a storm the other night & lost our electricity. Everything stopped. We couldn't do any of our normal activities. I said this would never happen to the Amish. ;) People have become WAY to dependent on the easy life. It doesn't bode well for surviving a harsh future.