Perpetual Teardrop (Black Recovering Stoner) 1991

Oh, the eyes tell all from this brawl as we fall from grace from this place; succumbing to this fist fight of our collusion of plight. Hope is long gone from sinning, so they say, winning as we die slowly from dismay and decay. Necrosis taking over as we lie awake daydreaming for Heaven’s sake; taking a copious amount of pills for the ills; we, the poor can’t afford the thrills before we pass into the hereafter; benefactors, being the satisfactory depository of the more elite persuasion; heaven on earth being the self worth of the transgressed history of humankind; the poverty stricken sickened eternally by a Godless God, who must be a man, because of his understanding, knowledge and adeptness of torture. Grow up to be mature, endure this intense nauseating pain as the last years wane. Nature taking its course of course; endorse and enforce a law made up by the ones who have solely benefited. Acquitted by their constitution they rule supreme. God is to fear and only in my dream… if there ever is or was one. Wake me up! Please, from this ongoing nightmare…dry up my lonely constant tear.