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Pixel in the Static

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It’s easy to feel like you’re lost
among the screams and whispers
Feeling like the middle child
on a planet of brothers and sisters

Clawing for a crown of thorns
blood staining our teeth
Separating flesh from bone
no mind for what’s beneath

Hacking through our jungle fears
more machete than we’re man
Reaching out with pointed blade
not used to holding hands

Love for love and hate for hate
seems like an easy trade
But judgement passed will stain the last
Look at the mess you’ve made

Our spirit slipped, we let it drown
now sunken sons and daughters
are told they should pick up the pace
while running underwater

Sometimes it feels like breathing dust
A lost toy in the attic
A bubble in a sea of grey
A pixel in the static



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