Humanity

by Jessica   Sep 12, 2008


We're all sinners we're all saints
One Nation Under Hate
Divided we stand
In the shackles we share
Pull up a Chair
As the saints and the sinners
clap together in wonder

We play judge we play jury
withstanding the fury
As the guilty and innocent file by
No matter the crime
They've run out of time
condemned in red ink on their chests
They pull out the chair
they've only one care
may your soul rest in peace drones the pastor
Switch flipped and hearts skip
God knows they'll be missed
as their lives fade away in a flat line

The show must go on
As the choir sings their refrain
and files out to continue their work
We're all sinners we're all saints
left in charge of this place
We play god we play devil we play jury

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  • 16 years ago

    by charles

    Very thought provoking. am sure if we all look inside ourselves we will be able to see a bit of us all in these words. a good write