The Strange and Wild Bloom

I will not eat the pain you sell so plentifully anymore,

My soul will no longer starve with lies.

How many fears will you peddle the hungry and the naked,

As you grow fat on the frightened and confused.

This dark night is ending,

A new dawn comes.

The oppressed are rising,

And Love is flowering into a strange and wild bloom.

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