De-Tox, Re-Tox, De-Tox

I took you to the toxic beach
To spew profanities at a world that hates us.
One can not merely run into the ocean and
Expect to be cleansed.
You have to ask for it my little darling,
Want it.
Cults gather all around  and read their
Scripture off personal walls.
Instants are captures in little bottles
And held prisoners until they no
Longer hold importance to the
Religion of Harlequins.
"We all care..."
Yet we respond:
"Look deep inside; no you don't."
My little darling, pay no heed
To the the tongues of vileness and
Walk beside me.
We'll depart from this forsaken
Land soon enough.