Stand around
Arms crossed tight
Lookin for a fight
With words.
Jump in the middle
Join the herds.
Bash the enemy down.
Enemy, dont make a sound.
Traitor to the bonds of society
Throw out that which they call piety.
Like this Oh my God that.
Makes me cringe.
Grit your teeth,
Shut your mouth
Words go sheathed
As you come tumbling down
Down after your society.
You follow them
Ill follow Him















Comments
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I can see beauty where others see only ugliness....
that either makes me an artist or a person with very poor taste.
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