run, run, the damage is done
Babylon comes to stifle our fun.
escape the light to blinding dark.
stumble and flee the coming lark
of pain and gain and misery’s plight.
the salt is bland, the light’s grown dim,
the pounding game begins.
A war of attrition, a slow bleeding out
keep your stand with enemies all around.
Politics shift, Babylon arises—
Again.
An old form returns in the flesh.
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run run humanity flees,
sin binds and enthralls, keeps me on my knees
the chains keep me raw,
the weight makes me bleed.
stooped and misshapen, I long to awaken.
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they are comfort and familiar, yes it’s true.
they are comfort and familiar yet I dispize them beyond measure.
the chains weight me down, they rub me raw.
calluses bleed like a toothless maw.
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the binding is heavy, the weight beyond bareing
Martin Write 