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The changes in pressure. (Thanks Anandosen.)

Sorry, the world around me seems a-changing,
ever changing, ever expanding with intent.
There's no prejudice, there's acceptance in the silence
but I'm thinking words are straying and with  
hands I keep on praying for religion.  
 
Society -
 
It doesn't care what your name is, or your station, or your style.
No, the rioters play on anyway.
 
And Hands -
 
in hands with lovers still will not bend at will besides the distance.
I suppose we let our faith fly,
I found my religion in you and I.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published | Edited 10th Aug 2011
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