Wandread. He roams the trails and hidden paths Bathes at the bus station, sleeps in the grass I wonder how close he keeps the past Miraculous survivor, his body lasts Through untold suffering as he he sifts through trash Anonymity became a mask He has no name because no one asks Moving slow motion in a world so fast His baggage heavy and his pockets light Feeding off poison as he stalks the night First hand witness to such godless spite Hateful eyes, a common sight Somehow his spirit lost its fight Always hoping that a stranger might Open up his heart and share a drop of life His minds a rabid dog with claws that bites Mercy is a virtue and judgement is a sin On earth, each soul has been welcomed in You think you do, but you dont know Him If you spent a day in that world so grim Carried his burdens, wore the robe of his skin Would you lose the faith you hold within? Knowing its a battle that youre never going to win The devil looking on with a sardonic grin Feet are calloused, hair is knotted Had a childhood but somehow forgot it Habits learned are so hypnotic Obscured all purity and made it toxic The society we built, hes a true by-product No matter what you do with the time allotted Weve all signed on the dotted line to be rotted Every grand you make is a dime he spotted.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 01:21:35 +0000
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