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Gloat that their man triumphed
Peace of mind louder than reality
Who will they champion next
When there is only one left?
In a world with but one master
Everyone is his servant

Top shelf novels and popular fiction
Glossy hardcover to sell to the masses
Bottom shelf bombshells outlive their memories
Until some new gen tycoon refabricates
Reintroducing ancient effigies to cash
And once again, for them the masses dash

Just like their culture
A prettied up exterior and blank interior
To be part of the queue

She takes three breaths
Slow and measured full
Tries to contain the anger
But the demons keep the pull

This pork on the table
Is evil’s very label
It makes it so she’s able
To live life unstable

Offers to dispose of it
But won’t offer to replace
Her intentions are uncaring
Because she’s a sad disgrace

These gestures on the set
Won’t let her mind to rest
Reminds her of regret
Her life’s sad silhouette

Wants to be forever rid
Offers to legislate
Remove parts of our culture
All she does is frustrate

All she can do is take
She will never create
The colors makes her ache
Burning America in her wake

The children are held too long as to not get hurt
So that every generation is more protected and sheltered than the last
The ones that slip by and awaken from mind control
Break free to rethink the limits of mankind, free from the ignorance of their peers
The ones afraid to go too far, afraid to be great
Live forever in animalistic darkness, procreating with a fierce vengeance
To get back at those they shun and try to forget

On the heels of the flag eaters
While their breaths are still fresh
The quipping, sarcastic, thinking few
With laughs still in tow
Until no one is left to silence
No one is left to save

In the shadow of giants
Those who stood tall and moved mountains
Scavengers feed on their heels
Rending flesh to bone where titans missed
Nothing left to savor
Forcing future souls to roll in their shit

Two to the throne
One brings the bone
Dog’s to the lone
I tell those who are alone
The time isn’t now
It’s time to leave

Selective beliefs flowing downhill
Wading at the bottom in blissful ignorance
Terrified the rain will clear the cesspool

Every ancient ceremony
Where the old and dusty dance and play
One steps too far out of line
Crush their backs below them and bring their skin to flay
Wild wanton “Why not?”’s
Once before death, something older every day
Makes us fret tomorrow
Wearing these dusty old jackets in the name of yesterday