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read between the lines
this way
that
through these lines
or those
vert
or otherwise

every which way
new stories
new suprise
until you find they're just the made-up lies
of those who die
leaving the ones who can't stop their cries
kill-joys to all passer-bys

the staggering fellows
whose fathers used to tell them the drunken lullabies
strong whiskey on their breath made the small child flutter his eyes
tears well up as the memory ceases to die
still the child inside keeps asking why

read between the lines
these lines written in sticky liquid hope
on bold crisp truth
with a fragile quil of tranquility

power hungry grab at the coattails of few
world ruled by the ones on top
starved peasants hold up the control-tripping beasts
broken and defeated
there lie the elderly
the children left no scraps
the others killed each other just to grab them
mayhem and distruction
chaos and perversion
minds reduced to mush
all sticky hope
feels like it's been washed off

hold the one love
one thought in mind to rule all function
misleading love to think the only desire is of lust and physical attraction
care and passion cloak themselves
their true intentions

soon it's just the blind leading the deaf
onward they walk to a tall cliff ledge
only getting half the story
the blind ramble on
explaining it all
while the deaf cannot hear
and think the blind want to harm the deaf
push them over the cliff
and laugh at their fall
when the blind wants the deaf
to describe the beauty it misses from the sky's resent painting
bold truth was ignored
tattered and torn by uncaring actions
not thought out
pittiful, careless, actions

explosions erupt
overflowing pots of over boiled water
dreadful sizzling never to cease
ears screaming for sounds to jump out of the peice
conflict arises
attacks all standing near
droplets of hot water jump
pain is physicalized for all to see
not only a heart in pain
from breaking
shattering
into tiny shards of glass to stab any who come near
any who try to comfort and close of the void
rained on with pain they cannot bear
cuts and bruises appear
peace diverted
avoided the traffic jam of emotions
left the immediate area at the sight of the hurricane
abandoning sticky liquid hope to be washed away
off the hands and out of hearts of many
bailing on bold crisp truth to become blown around
soaked in tears of the public to transform into a soggy mess

the instructions to preventing this
is short and simple
just read between the lines.