Unblemished
This history's unblemished nor tainted with blood,
And fools' golden letters, all brittle and good,
No witness of traitors mistaken for liars,
Our existence is awkward, they try to deny us.
This man sleeps with strangers, this sinner's undone,
When losers are crying who cares if you've won?
Gut feelings and instincts- just senses defied,
When blood covers your clothes you can say you tried.
This fire is undying, unfettered by water,
All follow each other like lambs to the slaughter,
And smiles are ignited by gothic demise,
The people will gather, together we'll rise.
Be sorry. Forgiven. And don't sin again,
And jokers like savages dance in the rain,
And I plead for water to quench endless thirst,
Of all Gods emotions this pains me the worst.
I'm not one for dying. I like life, I'll stay,
But government warfare could put me away.
This dream whilst unwoken, a nightmare, a thought,
A life sadly wasted, another unsought,
This goldmine is barren, empty and undone,
As leaders play war games, to them it's all fun,
They relish their safety, with somewhere to hide,
True heroes unnoticed, unrecognized.