there's a fire

there's a fire
and all the lines are down
there's a panic in the town
and all the wires are crossed
now they're calling in the dogs
with the teeth that shine like pearls
in the witchy underworld
and they all feed the flames
when they're moving in

there's a fire
and all the lights are out
there's a strange noise about
now it's happened all around
buildings burned to the groun
now the flames have reached the heart
people are spilling out in cars
and they all feed the flames
when they're moving in

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what is safety? i feel like this comes and goes in wave, like the terror alerts from the government.
are we safe? do we feel safe? i have a lock on my door tonight for the first time in my life.
does that make things safer?

the safety in christ is easily forgettable in this world of pain, and bombs, and pillow cases
what will happen to us? will we survive?
i guess ultimately it doesn't matter; rewards abound elsewhere

but fear is control. and i fear, sometimes, that we don't have long
and while a better person would welcome the end and the beginning of that place where there is no time,
i still hold on enough to this world to fear its end.

they tell us that the next attack can't be that far away.
i say it's already here.
it's the attack on the poor and under-priveledged
it's the attack on our children, scaring them and their parents with a color-coded scale meant to display the intents of radical militants a thousand miles away

the attack comes from above, literally and figurately.
it's the attack of our commander-n-thief
it's the attack on our daily lives. our god won't stand for this.
He won't back down.

even if i, in my failing sense of courage, can do sometimes.

you can hear it in the air.
the whispers. the fear taking over.
what's it going to take to overcome this?
what's it going to take to win out over this sense of impending disaster.

the patroit act isn't going to save us.
gw isn't going to save us.

i saw the bumper sticker ahead of me:
"george w. bush--saving your ass whether you like it or not."

well, he's not. and i don't.

so keep your noses high in a sense of national pride, blinding yourself to the torment and pain inflicted by those very figures you think are saving the day, mighty mouse style.

your patriotism drips with greed, lust, gluttony, hatred, prejudice, bias, ignorance.
the very flag you hide behind is the same flag used to drape the eternal homes of our boys and girls

forgive me, troops, just doing what you have to do to provide for you and your family.
it's not in you that my disgust lies.
but in your boss, in his associates, in his apathy, arrogance, and greedy amibitions.

godspeed to all who search for truth.
it's out there.
find it.
grasp it.
and never, ever let it go.


to those who are about to step up to the challenge, i salute you.