Harmony

How I lost the words the first time!
How I slipped and broke the first rhyme!
The way that I went blind that first time!
See no evil, do no crime!
Don’t you shun the devils out now,
We demons are good teachers too.
Don’t read only half the scripture,
And shout “Life’s no place for you!”
We gravitate to our opposites.
The angels are our friends,
And we seek them out and love their lives when they can’t love themselves.
And they show us love in darkness.
Wherein rest, the weary seek.
And the artist never tire
Come and to the stars they speak.
Those who see the music settle
Those with colour in their ears,
Hear the souls of planets whisper,
Hear what none of us could perceive. 
And they come back and write poems
And they paint worlds and save lives
And they write the words of rivers,
The words of bees within their hives.
And they come back and they show us
How to live a thousand lives
And they say in words and pictures
How the night & the day revives.
Used to fall on my own knife to fight the fear of blood
And twist it clockwise 'cause hard times are realistic
And still no one listens, I’m asking why
But to me, nobody is telling
It’s like casting spells and praying within the same sentence
I’m life-sentencing myself away from the senseless
The way I grab a tape for the compelling
So I push myself to be alone
As the hope come and goes like the even blow of the ghost of acceptance
The wealthy hung by a fucking rope
I’m hanging by a thread
Go ahead and pull it

See what unravels me next
My ride will survive when I’m trying to keep my breath
Because I already lost my faith
I’m ready to chase the red-faced demon, they say
What if God was one of us?
But what if the Devil was in the same body?
What if I told you that body was yours?
Would you embody the fact that your reliable source is unknown and that every scriptures have been whispered and misheard like a bad game of telephone?
'Cause everybody likes to talk, but not everyone wants to listen
Turns the bible into a fire starter
And a work of fiction turns the world into a place of fear and conviction
Where everyone’s a convict that sticks to their strict version of jurisdiction
And I can see the gavel slam in the way that you look at me
As you dissect and decide if I’m fit for society or not
You see,
Certain things are best left unsaid
Certain things are best left dying
Dying is the only thing certain as a whole.

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