Nestled between the dreams and screams of adolescent teens who yearn to grow older and alcoholics who yearn to grow sober.
There is a place where heaven and hell meets, where angels and demons take seats and discuss the problems of the day and put them in a way that small children can understand.
Where the inner child meets the man and confronts him with such issues as, where did we go wrong and why do you keep singing the same song, talking about I could have been somebody; if it wasn't for this, that and the other.
And single mothers and fathers are really the same person. Or at least that's what she told you, but she didn't tell you that when she met him she knew he wasn't shit and even though he had a girl she still let him hit. And she sure ain't tell you that she had you to keep a man that wasn't her's anyway.
Where night meets day; and dusk and dawn are really the same thing. At the intersection where peasants meets kings and genesis and revelation are really the same thing. Because the beginning is the end and the end is something a little bit more than a fairy tale. Where human souls are being put up for sale. While God and the Devil are merely the brokers.
And speaking of broker, while the powers that be get richer, the middle class is getting broker and broker and broker. Because in reality there is no middle. As we blindly follow the Pide Piper's fiddle down the road of damnation. And we are surrounded by a nation, full of kids who do not know any better. Who would as quickly pull a trigger as they would write a suicide letter.
And the media would like us to believe that we are further apart than we are. As is the distance were measured by stars. You can find us on the connection between hip-hop tracks and gospel hymns and stand firmly on the idea that to be saved you must first realize that you have sinned. And we can be found somewhere between partying late Saturday night and praising God early Sunday morn. By no means are we the norm, bazaar, outkast in all forms.
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