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Finch
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Came to me all at once while battling insomnia. Needs work, but I feel good about the concept. Will be posting more soon
"Ignorance"
The sweet release of some subtle knowing;
Our simple lives chalked with a steadfast growing;
That it all leads back to the same starting measure;
To reap a disease we've all been sowing
The poisoned wells that are our life's water;
Have drowned all our fathers, our mothers, our daughters;
Our sons, with little left in between;
To sell ourselves to the dreams we'll martyr
Pride and prejudice, whim and wonder;
Defining one another from the bridges asunder;
We'll walk together to that bright, shining Sun;
Never to realize the plight of our blunder
Nothing will end and nothing to start;
Hand-in-hand victims to the lives torn apart;
The times we'll share and the rivers of emotion;
Mean nothing to us, we are not so smart
Our simple lives chalked with a steadfast growing;
That it all leads back to the same starting measure;
To reap a disease we've all been sowing
The poisoned wells that are our life's water;
Have drowned all our fathers, our mothers, our daughters;
Our sons, with little left in between;
To sell ourselves to the dreams we'll martyr
Pride and prejudice, whim and wonder;
Defining one another from the bridges asunder;
We'll walk together to that bright, shining Sun;
Never to realize the plight of our blunder
Nothing will end and nothing to start;
Hand-in-hand victims to the lives torn apart;
The times we'll share and the rivers of emotion;
Mean nothing to us, we are not so smart