Irony Taste

Been swallowing blood a few days now
Love the salty taste
Hate the iron lodged in the back of my throat
Makes everything taste evil
Like stale death by design

Shades of orange red dance behind my closed lids
Filtering God's Light
As I peer through an azure stratosphere
That blends into the dark endlessness
Of space, time and star light

Glory rain on me
Won't you rain on me
The silky smooth feeling of hope
Wrapped in all the misery

Kicking in the door screaming papa please help me
Screaming to the Heaven's papa please won't you help me
Like we help each other
Like I help my brother
Like I help ourselves to all of this so called wealth

Trying to find that light inside us
That forces us to
That forces us, us to
That forces us to hate ourselves
Fight each other for a grain of something that doesn't exist

I don't know how to fix all this
Oh wait, I do
I'm telling you
I'm telling you
We gotta feel within us



Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Thomas
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