BlueSuburbia

Walking thought a strange world of darkness and dust, without my gun but the strange smell of blood and bloom, searching for something I didn’t know, guided by a tumbling light and a red map, a deaf place with roses and pills, with clouds and bombs.
This is what I saw…
Not dead, not alive.

I part - Outside

Patriot

Because I can do naught but grieve
This ever-twisting tale I see
Of a crumbling world drenched in greed
Its nations drunk on mad conceit
And their patriots that bask beneath
The shadows of their omni-righteous deities
I'll close my eyes and in that joy of sleep
Out of pain, paint a dream

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Blue like a dream
Ashes ashes clouded the sky
Bleed the people

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Cast into a twisting chaos
madness left me no relief
except in darkness
where I found a map and a single key

Like the look of his face moments before death
if this is what we’ve become
we never should have been
trapped in that same darkness
I found a light and fled into the asylum of a strange window
I entered.

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