You sleep peaceful,
Wherever you can rest,
Never picked what you thought would be best,
You took what was given to you,
An accepted with arms held out,
You spoke in prophesies,
A tong filled with curses,
Pouring the poison,
Of truth,
This enemy,
Was your reflection,
Inflected a virus into the world,
Injecting your destructive use,
You suffered for freedom,
Still waiting for a taste,
Grateful in raping the innocent with lies,
Take what you can,
Your just trying to survive,
This world is cruel,
And your well a wear of the pain,
They tried to make you a protect,
To sell your rebellion on the shelf,
Call you out,
As the burn you at the stake,
As a witch,
Your hung,
In a hero lies in none of them,
Your well contained,
In your own comfort of who you are,
Your words flutter in the air,
You understand your not right about everything,
Though your well aware of who you are,
Your words you have come to share! |
