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RUN, CHILD!


I'm not the only one that knows
The truth of our story
I know without knowing
Can't explain intuition's dance in my head
There's a lion in the ring and I'm roaring

This story unfolds like an accordion
Only with violin strings for vibration
I'm not due a solo
I'm due a dance with all
You and you and you

Join hands and glide the spirit
Into a circle
and sing like we mean it

The snow may not make it this year
Home has other plans, my dear

I went too far, tumbled too low
We tumbled, too
Lost the truth of all we knew
Tumblin' down the rabbit hole
Smiling on our things made of Home
Laughing at brother and sister

Bombs made of fearful whispers
Hushed in their descent
Loud at detonation
Battle hymns require little explanation
When they begin to play
You better run
Bombs don't wait
They don't wait

RUN! RUN, CHILD! RUN!

The bombs are falling in the silent night

RUN, MOTHER, RUN!

The bomb's igniting death

RUN FATHER, RUN!

The reach of war
finds all breath

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

The hush after the storm
Is a Godless silence.

RUN!

A warning vibrating behind the ears
The command of a noiseless God

RUN, GOD! RUN!

It's the savior that's beaten and bleeding
Fresh off of his cross

Resurrect Peace
Bring Peace to its original tallness

RUN, CHILD!
TELL THEM NO MORE WAR! RUN!

You're the last to know the full story

RUN CHILD, RUN!
DON'T LOOK BACK!
WAR NO MORE, CHILD!
TELL THEM! NOW RUN!

The bomb didn't blow
It was a gun that made
Her breath go
as she bled in silence
Like a hole blown through the night sky
Then nothing
Godless silence



© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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