It's Raining Outside

Control Has a Golden Tongue

Venture into intolerance as it breaks down
reality one by one.
Has stability come undone?
Has the wounds I've acquired
come from the roots of society?

I've learned to break apart my anxiety.
I've learned to split my pain in half
to see the seeds that hold it together:
a genetic fruit forbidden four hundred centuries ago.
I don't remember consuming this contract.
I've been struggling to snatch freedom
that's been gone so long ago.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to my generation.
I weep for a new day to break through the withered gates.
It's contagious
how hate creates delusion of what we really are...
are we seeded from hate?

Is it too late to reconstruct this dilapidated Eden called Earth
as we reopen scars that others have tried to heal,
we will hesitate?
I'm sorry for this misaligned desperation as
it forces God's crumbling hands down
to destroy.

I'll always forgive this confused world
for trusting this promise sewn by crimson-gold.
I'll always weep for my freedom
that was desecrated long before I was born.
To the ones who will never see clearly;
I'm sorry...
I'm just as blind to the future.

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