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A Weak Apology For My Offensive Nature

from Satan's Darts by Ocelots

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Is it real? Is it fake?
They’re just words I make up
and they mean just as much
as the grounds in your cup

Whether fake or only real,
you can take them piecemeal
and you can build a wall of quotes
that won’t write what I wrote

If I know what I mean and believe,
I believe
when the flames from your hell lick my feet
then they won’t reach my wings

These words from my mouth
They don’t just fall out
They’re here to build houses
and tear down castles

What’s so funny about peace and love
and understanding
is that no-one understands
it’s the love that brings the peace

They just throw things at you
and want you to do it to
and when you do it’s all black eyes, cracked teeth and some bruises

These notches, these trophies,
you put them on your shelf
next to the cross-stitch that reads
“We have nothing to hate but hate itself”

These thoughts in my head
aren’t so easily read
but they’re here to stop the dying
and it won’t work
but at least I’m trying

We break hearts and bones and promises
and spirits
but not cycles

The sun we see in the wintertime
is the sun we see
in the summer

and I think the moon is different
when I see it as a sliver
reflected in the lake
but it’s never in the river

It hides the side it does not want all of us to see
It’s just like you and I am too
We’re all the moon to me

Sometimes sculptures fall apart
Sometimes writers lose the plot
but I meant every word.

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from Satan's Darts, released June 19, 2010

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