Rebellion
even while the children play
we can see the destruction refuse to fade
i could write a map to salvation
but it would never see the sun
with out people to face the odds against them
and run into the fear they run from
it has no meaning without perpose
of that what will choose
to be only content ?
to hide the way we feel?
why are we ashamed of where we come from?
if its so great and is perfectly done?
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