Truth Of The World

Government swine barking like diseased mongrels. Bleeding into the ears and screaming to sacrifice the innocent to death as their foreplay. Under pressure of decrepit hands binding tongues held too long under hoof and beat; opportunity once pearls.

Water muddied by tainted earth bearing the weight of sin. No one sees with truth, blinded by goggles of greed. Birthed in righteous words that condemn the needy; always complaining about the outcome.

Nothing remains when ashes drift with the wind. No sacrifice to be made on sacred stone - everything comes undone. So where are our heroes now? Grotesque gutter trash sipping on turpentine, screaming for a savior on borrowed time. Distraught over the loneliness of a useless mind not being heard.

Awake in chaos left to die, eyes heavy with regret of a turbulent life, gun-shy and awaiting the next fight without restraint or ability to maintain. Begging towards the audacity of the mundane. The lulling of off beat banter caters to an auspicious character, there he stands in the filth of a fading star, dripping blood onto cracked lips.

They dare not speak, simply tremble with anticipation. Pleading for lust within salvation and too weak to resist. Latent minds not observing this temptation.
Sad humanity, twisted reality, backwards living; where has love gone?

The truth of it all, if you can handle it...she is dead and gone, all we were, pearls under swine.