We who have fallen
Fell upon, our own swords
Willfully choosing
Subservience and death.
Afraid of shadows
And cringing in the dark
Clutching our pearls
And gasping for breath.
No one, made us do it
But we alone
Laid the stones
Paving the road most traveled
On our way to the end.
Who would have ever guessed?
That the good could be so deluded
Believing every lie
And running from truth.
Cowering under the table
And berated just for living
Our voices drowned out
By the loud, the few,
And the delusional.
But isn’t that the life
That we, have all been living
Slaves to our emotions
And chained to comfort.
Asleep in our shell
No matter how oppressive
Unwilling to risk
Crawling out
And moving on.
We make all the wrong changes
And never seem to learn
That love is a choice
And courage our salvation.
Trusting opportunistic cowards
And willfully piling on
As they conveniently take pot shots
Hitting every easy target
Over and over again.
Wasting our time
And wasting our lives
For who and what reason
We never question at all.
Pleasing ourselves
And fishing for acceptance
As we confuse miracles for luck
And blessings for debt.
Now the scales fall
And we see the fake gods
Nothing more than men
Hating the hated
Deluded, and dead.
At war against discernment
And at odds with the truth
Condemning our grandchildren
To persecution
And genocide.
All of it known
And all of it predicted
The beginning of an endEnding in horror
And confusion.
But even horror must end
And spend itself in flame
Burning all it can
While it can.
But whomever will stand
And whoever shall believe
Will remain
Shinning like the sun
Forever.
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