KILLING TIME
waiting for things to change with hope and enlightmentturning in circles for blessings unscathed with enjoyment an be frighting
instructions coming from beyond and no ones in sight
killing time like the mocking bird taking flight sorrows they come
hearts are often broken and sympathy has no shame in a world
feeled with dogma and strife killing time murderious conscience
murderious conscience i am in thy fields of souls and you have know patiences where will i go for killing time is constructive or destructive one
will never know the score that time settles moves very slow.
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