Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
New Orleans
Your mausoleums filled with dead,
See them float about
In contaminated waters,
In the strangest positions,
Giving you a taste of the missing.
Waters run brown and cloudy with death,
Despair and the want for help.
Swirled about, mixing the tears
Of the now-homeless with the putrid smells.
Let's come together, for trust;
Let me show you.
Feel them cry, feel them writhe
In the middle of the night,
With nowhere to go.
Don't be ashamed, it's the changes
That people go through.
See them as they falter,
See them once they go to the light.
Don't be scared, go closer please.
The ones that remain are wondering
When a beacon of hope will come
And take them from hell,
Now that hell has a
Defining look and feel and smell…
Can I proceed to set your mind right?
When can we heal them?
How can we heal them as they morn
The deaths of loved ones,
And know that there is just nothing left,
Belongings buried deep
Not only in thought but in fetid prayer.
September 5, 2005
Suge
See them float about
In contaminated waters,
In the strangest positions,
Giving you a taste of the missing.
Waters run brown and cloudy with death,
Despair and the want for help.
Swirled about, mixing the tears
Of the now-homeless with the putrid smells.
Let's come together, for trust;
Let me show you.
Feel them cry, feel them writhe
In the middle of the night,
With nowhere to go.
Don't be ashamed, it's the changes
That people go through.
See them as they falter,
See them once they go to the light.
Don't be scared, go closer please.
The ones that remain are wondering
When a beacon of hope will come
And take them from hell,
Now that hell has a
Defining look and feel and smell…
Can I proceed to set your mind right?
When can we heal them?
How can we heal them as they morn
The deaths of loved ones,
And know that there is just nothing left,
Belongings buried deep
Not only in thought but in fetid prayer.
September 5, 2005
Suge
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