You Are Everything, You Are Home
Where's the poetry in life laid bare?
In a personality undone rather than come undone?
From whenst comes art when tragedy's writ large
Across the palms of Destiny's despised stepchildren?
We respect the lives that tried and failed
Over lives that fail every day after day
Their mess our inconvenience turned
Into putrid hate for their grasping hearts
Come to steal away joy hoarded and precious
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