A Media Friendly Turn for the Worse

They provide their nectar and then I am released.

I am a grain of sand

underneath the floor and so far out of reach

but I am safe from harm.

Against this shelter they are always hammering.

Against these ears they are always deafening.

I too know an angry language.

Our pain is always

accurate and striving to evade

its only design.

It wants to strike you down

to fall into its arms again.

Blood is thicker than water

but which one did you drink?

What I know was divided and broken down

by the ignorance of others.

Spoken from their lips

but with the lungs of another.

Sounds great

but tastes like blood.

These rumor sessions are assembled by us all… by us all.

They are the earth and we are the breath of life.

Your pain is always

accurate and striving to evade

its only design.

I want to strike you down

to fall into my arms again.

Blood is thicker than water

but which one did you drink?

Did you drink?

Put down that retribution.

I don't need your absolution.