our fate’s are the same

And this moonlit sky unveils a scene
Too beautiful to see
And if words relay my emotions true
Then blaze I will this midnight dream
With taunts of pompous prideful grit
Unfolding heart & hands & shit
To an unknown God of holy peace
To finding love and release

and i've been thinkin' you should wait and i believe that Jesus saves

and if we all would mute our hate, we could love our brothers all the same

But history's hands are holding tight
The faulty truth that sleep suscribes
In a thousand woken moments fell
As I crept and danced the gates of hell
Darker arts have darker depths
Of trivial pursuits and drunken bets


of toothless whores and wealthy preachers
of lincoln's slaves and sexual creatures

of brimming hate set off with lust
of honestless, cheating trust

of pious men holding history close
of purgatory, of faceless ghosts

of fruitless fear for tomorrow's sun
of conditioned souls, the unwill of one

of muffled whispers and swollen hands
of time's unyielding, un-fuckin-realistic demands

if you could breathe this air, you would
a toast to the finest of Hollywood
the salty air contains your fate
its this…to rise and sleep another day.