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I can see it everyday,
The nonsense
The violence
The Shaytan’s whispers, the voice of my conscience
And the tears that she cries goes unnoticed
And the morning after?
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As you look upon her face and see the results of your rapture
Or the wrath that you poured as if you were her god.
And your hands kept beating down on her didn’t care that she cried
As you pushed away her son
Shit, he wasn’t your child
Another day
As the street lights flicker
On the face of a child neglected
Mother left bitter
Left the kids in the house
couldn’t pay for a sitter
Left the kerosene burning
No heat in the winter
And as the smoke cleared
And she realized her worst fears
Salvaged a picture of her children
8 months and 3 years
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Silence the morning after
Like the Sunday morning guilt of the adulterous pastor
Preaching lies to a church filled with hypocritical laughter
Passing that basket around 3 times
Preaching greed’s a deadly sin
didn’t really believe in the words that you scribbled with that pen
Waiting for the hereafter?
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The nonsense
The violence
The voice of my conscience
The Shaytan’s calls
These 4 white walls
Closing
These actors keep posing
The streets engulfed in flames
The single mothers pain
The deadbeat dad
The never ending game
The drugs and the guns
Molesting priest protected by the nuns
The pimps and the tricks
The trunks filled with bricks
And not the kind that build houses
And these things play a factor
In the never ending story
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