July's Lies

So
Many
Things
Have
Lately
Gone
So
Wrong,
It
Drowns
Out
Every
Hopeful
Song,
And
I Have
Moments
When
Futility
Can
Creep
Into
My
Bed
To
Steal
My
Sleep.
Rampant
Cruelty
And
Dishonor
In
The
Land
We
Can
No
Longer
Stand,
Idle
As
Sheep.
It
Is
Enough
To
Make
An
Angel
Weep.