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Eonoch
grace is giving someone what they need
without price tags they can't emotionally afford
love, patience, alcohol sometimes drugs
keep your judgement of what you don't understand far from me
I see the vets on the streets can't live in a tiny home village ptsd sees to that
no where safe for the broken
carrying a mountain of oppression
experimented on the mentally different
calling out to the madness they see
turn up the sun God keep them warm at night
empty castle, empty buildings and still they roam in the elements alone
carry their pain their own personal hell
so, I pick up their burden and carry it in my soul
with the last of my energy I will stand and fight
with my last breath cast doubt of the light
the light is where you get erased
fight the good fight people and realize
he is against us
the elite rise while the humble die alone
with some kind of disease like covid
drowning in their lungs
coma bound stuck in limbo
while family members are ordered to stay home
their loved ones slip away...
into the void
and I scream hold on loves I'm coming
He won't sip off our pain.
without price tags they can't emotionally afford
love, patience, alcohol sometimes drugs
keep your judgement of what you don't understand far from me
I see the vets on the streets can't live in a tiny home village ptsd sees to that
no where safe for the broken
carrying a mountain of oppression
experimented on the mentally different
calling out to the madness they see
turn up the sun God keep them warm at night
empty castle, empty buildings and still they roam in the elements alone
carry their pain their own personal hell
so, I pick up their burden and carry it in my soul
with the last of my energy I will stand and fight
with my last breath cast doubt of the light
the light is where you get erased
fight the good fight people and realize
he is against us
the elite rise while the humble die alone
with some kind of disease like covid
drowning in their lungs
coma bound stuck in limbo
while family members are ordered to stay home
their loved ones slip away...
into the void
and I scream hold on loves I'm coming
He won't sip off our pain.
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