Strange Peace

by Johnnys Medicine   Oct 8, 2007


Down, down, down
Falling into a dark chasm
Heads on spikes
Dead bodies roasting on spits
Animals in the darkness
People hanging from electrical cords
Dirt
Bloodied pencils
Fading away into darkness
My mind
Oh, my dark mind
Death
Light
Dark
Grey
Books claming evil deeds done for a higher being
Torture
Wealth for evil
Suffering in dark allies
Evil people
Praying upon the human body
Criticism
Guns
Bombs
Hatred
Confusion
Lies...

And amidst this dark chaos
There will always be
A strange sense of peace
In the middle of it all.

Love is the thing
That keeps people going.

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