Blueprints of the Uncharted


Handprints on the future
Mark blueprints of the past.
And the repeated mistakes we make
Are the building blocks.

Architecture of the brain
Creates the inventions for the day;
And we've all just gotten better
At making the world warmer.

Guns in the grasp
Of people with bad intentions...
Killing things with innocence,
And feeding what's left to the vultures.

Eyes mark the map
Of previously uncharted places
That I asked God to keep sacred-
And He said, He'd try his best.

Because I want one place
That isn't infected...
A place that's a virgin
And has a safe innocence.

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