Cesspool
Sound
I witness
the fear of Liberty
I see the
hatred of freedom’s veracity
Through
the weeds we tread to uncover a thread
But Machiavellian’s
the corrosion within the homestead
Sublime
human nature’s the only good we possess
Subvert
its stature and the slide’s into the abyss’s abscess
So signals
the arrival in cesspool sound
Decline
reflected by the serpents that there abound
Virtue
dies upon being a legend in one’s own mind
The politics
the outcome of that metaphysical kind
Arrogance
parading wrapped in egotistical self-righteousness
Boiling
envy because they hate innocence within success
This acid
the envious and hate-filled have poured
Averting
their eyes from the erosion of the foundations moored
They
don’t care if the edifice falls
It’s the
age old story of jealousy in power halls
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