the paradox of this world

i look at all that is henious n foul
n on the inside i scream
on the inside i growl
tongue stuck in the jaw
from the words i withdraw
on the swollen gums i chew
the screws in my lips, easy to screw
fat pigs are stamping on grapes for wine
n theyr just dancing
in a crimson flood
but the truth is
the grapes are hearts
n the wine is blood
the vacant eye
sees not but the blind
n the entangled mind
sees not but the intertwined
so i love alone
n i hate alone
so my eyes, ears n lips
have been sown
all there was n there is
has been mislaid
n we hide in the dark
in the safety of the shadow
n the shade
n i look at the world
n i notice the blemishes
n i laugh at the fetishes
n i cry for all that is wrong
this world is an oxymoron
no less than its a paradox
like the little chicken eating the fox
like an athiest wearing the hejab
like a stoner doin the job
like a jew drawing the swastika
like a model that has a flaw
like an armanian loving a turk
like a king goin to work
it is all a circle of regrets n bruises
a society of dark n light
a cycle of wrong n right
n its not gonna change overnite