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Greyce
filthy hands
once clean
little strands
holding big things
amazing grace
how misunderstood the sound
without a trace
death unwound
uncover my face
i want to scream guilt
how can we sing so sweet?
with the lips that killed?
robots entrusted
joints gone rusted
your voices- filthy beautiful
but hearts cry so pitiful
watch this!
...
my knuckles hurt
afflict the pain
to break the main
but considered insane
as i complain
...
about this ignorance
baking robots
burned tox-
-in the streets
tiny little feets
patting like their hearts
pushing selfish shopping carts
who is hungry now?
someone hold the baby!
because she's sick of being touched
sick of acting tough
that's just about enough!
paper pag...
breath...
angry dog wag
stop clenching your teeth
so i guess i'll just wear
this grace like a wreath...
