corruption spreads like spider webs
through the souls of all the haters,
chanted whispers quickly slither
through the minds of agitators;
I will not bend to the power of those
whose mandate is follow the leader,
but instead stick my fist up in the air
to defy the doubter and the believer--
I will not stand for this,
I will not let you speak for me,
I will not let you leave me lost
In your little land of self idolatry.
the young become so quickly dumb
in the grip of easy communication,
so much noise for the girls and boys
to be deafened to their isolation;
I will not accept the subtle leash
that they would slip around my neck,
but instead turn to bite their hands
when they come to feed their pets--
I will not stand for you
if you will not stand for yourself,
I will not let you leave me lost
in your ignorant, little hell.
the future lost is at a high, high cost
when we pay with our broken hearts,
the vow betrayed, the debt unpaid
to the unborn lives, killed before they start;
I will not accept that ya didnt know
when ya walked in with open eyes,
bartering with your very soul
with the Devil, in his, flimsy guise--
I will not stand for evil,
but I can not stand for good,
like so many I choose the middle
in this vainglorious neighbourhood;
be educated in your temptations,
and know a devil by his name,
trust not to the shabby angels
to comfort you in your shame.
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