A piece of past…
That which lasts…
Verily those who claim…
That past is past…
Mask their own pain…
Witness…
Shivers at a whim…
Within the wind…
Whipped skin singed…
Marked with remembrance…
Bruised…
But chooses to hide…
As life belies…
Pain so tight…
Under this night sky…
Solace…
Nobody knows…
Letters flow…
Phrases fray…
Forever weighed…
In mysterious ways…
Sound the bells…
Sirens…
This wind…
This sin…
This memory…
Forever hidden…
Intro: This is rather dark…
My life has been nothing but a waste…
I’m a waste of skin…
Why couldn’t I have been still born…?
Or smothered at the first sound of life…
Gasping for air till I turned pale and white…
Or buried alive…Nobody caring for my cries as I slowly die…
But instead I’m living this worthless life!
Enslaved to all these slights that are breaking me down…
Yet the ground stays whole…Won’t let me enter its dark folds…
I beg…I beg…Let death be only thing I have to face…
Let “this” waste of a human being be no more…
Let me die…
A place where particles congregate…
Where affinities of time, space…
And Divine Grace emphasize love above all else…
A place where we see ourselves…
Piece by piece…
Part and parcel of we…
Watch…
Observe the Chemical Romances…
The Divine Dances…
These masses of particle classes…
Egalitarian practices…
In making selections…
Natural affections..
Based on mutual connections…
Bonds begin to form…
Luminous glows…
In sensuous shows of love…
Celestial flows bode well…
As Divine forces giver birth to heavenly storms…
Precipitate the very seeds for which we are now so thankful for..
Intro: Genetic engineering can be used for good and bad…
But I fear this ownership is terrible…
No mere mortal has the right to own any piece of human life…
Passions speak…
Of the right to be…
Be as thee…
Be as we wish to be…
Two piece make you and me…
More than just the sum of family trees…
But beyond the premade scripts…
We have destiny…
Supposedly supposed to be our own to make…
But too many times…”take” takes place of free will and faith…
That the fellow man won’t place his stake into a fellow soul…
Tear away what was once whole…
What was Hers…
Remake…
They remake semantics…
Misuse scarred tissues…
Abuse continues…
HeLa’s DNA…
They raped her on her slow painstaking way to the grave…
Cultured and cultured her tissues…
Leaving her whole family destitute…
No restitute…
Long before the youtube and 3 second media cues…
Her life story was mute…
However and forever truth shall remain truth…
Silent Scholar 