judging harmony
By Taunting The Reaper
the foul taste of harmony
was never enough for me
I stood astride a vacant lot of souls
to tell them they were wrong
to tell them they they’d mistook harmony
for truth
it isn’t the fact that our days are numbered
it isn’t even the fact that my days are numbered
the woeful pain of righteousness is beset
on the deliberate cruelty we visit on each other
day by day
at every opportunity
the foul taste of harmony
means we’re complicit
in the very nature of a wicked truth
we’ve hoped never to be judged by
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Copyright 2012 Taunting The Reaper
Published on Saturday, August 18, 2012.
Filed under: "Philosophical" and
"Poetry"