Thieves

Sun, 10/05/2014 - 20:02 -- hburke

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Vast are the expectations of a grueling crowd of thieves.
Stealing all the souls from the lonely hearts they feed.
A chemical inbalance, they say,
the reason for this feat,
But nothing will explain the endless tears
pouring through the streets.
A fire in chapel,
this contentious worship long
Gone, is every thread of hope,
of fixing what was all along
broken.

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