10 Dollar Shoes

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fast tapping feat and a heavy heart
filled with lead and inscribed with how great though art
push me to describe and transcribe these hieroglyphics inside
that plague my soul
the truth is my whole
being is wrapped up in this search for meaning
and I can't stop this wandering mind
that wanders to the divine
realities that lay just underneath and overhead
I just want these truths to lay me down in their beds
sing me to sleep to wake up to an eternal heaven
I refuse to be abused by these styrofoam truths
that have been infused in the morning and nightly news
and Saturday morning cartoons
and children dance to the tunes of marketing gurus
who've already sold them uzis
loaded with 9 tenth truths
that they'll use to assassinate those
who appose the social norm
a consumer market is being born every second
and men tie their shoes, kiss their wives,
walk out the door and get paid to exploit them
because every man wants the American dream
giving a residence to need
and built on a foundation of greed
that will suck you dry like a disease
and no matter how much you feed it
it will keep you in the belief
that you are so close to defeating it
when you're really just a dead horse being beaten

and I don't know why you don't decide
to look for meaning in your lives
beyond your latés and mocha fraps
that keep you only half satisfied
these lies are woven into the very fabric of our society
and without devising a plan against it
we'll continue to live a life
dedicated to our own enslavement
these bricks and mortar are building homes
for a concrete god who doesn't exist
keep thinking these homes are for us
they really serve as our prisons
but I won't be bought with shiny things
that dangle in front of my face
trying to take my eyes off the way
the truth and the life I'll keep
these sandals on for this rocky hike
resisting the concrete and sneakers
used of men and women alike
I've read their reviews
10 out of 10 for those 10 dollar shoes
and these sandals are used, warn out and abused
forming blisters but I refuse
to take the easy way because it'll pay
off in the end when I sit

and eat bread with a friend
who also calls me son
and He'll hopefully say well done
so I'll strive and toil
for a prize that can't be begged for or borrowed
when the time comes
His words will be locked and loaded
and shot through His gun
that'll hit me in the chest
bring me to my knees to worship a God
who is eternally righteous and just

and tears will fall for the things I've done wrong
and for the times I let fear keep me in bondage
so for now I'll pick up this dirty cross
dust it off, embrace it and follow
a God who gave it all to restore us from the fall
so fall out of line with these lies
and pick up your cross as I did

let's walk together towards righteousness
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