Contrary and equal
Parts and idealism
Made up to separate
And divide
When the hope of Unity
Is less alive
The rules of opposites
And equal
We have to understand that
Life is lived
Not in uniformity
But understanding and debate
So move forward
To save the state
Ask
For the mask
LASIK on your eyes
Wishing into the skies
With mirrors in hand
Upon a vital crust of land
A mask for the days
And nights
Kept cold on the side
A reliable mask
Creates a classic condition
Of diversion
Western words
Fly west like
Western birds
Up to half
From one third
Upon the sun
Lies a soul
Relaxed and combed
With history
Undone
The franchise virus
Growing from the roots
Of a dead cypress
Cold pressed nightmares
Held up by titans
Each man has a turn
To flame the words
Caught up on the wings
Of drunken birds
By night
And by day
What the naysayers say
Is the franchise lies
Being manufactured day
And night
I, the unpleasant peasant
Making my songs and words
Ringing out notes
Two flights of a bird
Have notes and words
Making hope up as I go
When the world tries
To hold down
The ones that need to go
What I know
As unpleasantries go
A poor writer
Such as I
Only knows
Critical crown
Lifted up
From the ground
Every single person
From the top down
Cried when we watched
How it came to
A heap on the ground
Unusual as it had been
To see the wickedness of many sins
Compiled into the critical crown
Lying on the dusty ground
A Cup of Songwriting 