Guilt
Road
The moon
has seen it all, from Lexington to Concord mall
Thundering
canon and thudding cannon, shattering pall
Dimwit heads
in the hearth with hearts stuck home
Shut out
the din and never sin with happiness until the tomb
But
weakness never finds forgiveness
Seeking
solace in the irrational pretense is destructiveness
Frightened
rats with spit reigning on their heads
Over
protection and mind softness is their bestowed stead
Cometh
the enemy to find yellowness of thought
Easy to
be the usurper and not even one needed to be bought
Wreckage
in freedom raised from unearned guilt
So earn
the stain by a turned hand destroying the woven quilt
Stuck in
caves, the free trained to be obedient groups built
Together
forever from the fucking cradle to the goddamn grave
Is this
life - where children are the core and fear is ticks they crave?
Nothing
less and nothing more, all there is is reality’s knave
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