Kevin Patrick II

From a seed of a thought that germs into being
They grow, steadily and mercilessly
Both devious and insidious
An idea
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Yesterday
I was in the jungle of a restaurant
(poorly camouflaged)
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Faith, collapses beneath reasons weight
Crushing those who stay in its walls
And ignorance seals their doom
when they refuse to move
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Send it to a Gulag at the bottom of the world
Then throw it into the dustbin of history
Let it rot stinking in some high security vault
Abandoned behind steel eating its own misery
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Patriots are the thugs of fascists
Becoming devoted servants
Willing to commit evil
Loyal without mercy
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Holy Mary was a woman of stoical convictions
Spent 80 years of her life as a dedicated Christin
Eighty years of celibacy when her only man was Jesus
pure of mind and body and free of the best diseases
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We can know longer pretend to believe
That we live in a society that cares
We can know longer rely on authority
That applies more force then we can bare
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Shame... is the name of this game
And I'm... too tired to play
The rules... are always changing sides
And Hunger... eats away at my Pride
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When I'm alone
I can be happy to be myself
And when I'm sad
Then I can only be sad with myself
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I'll steal your prescription for hope
and spend your innocence for dope
now I'll crush, your lotus syllabus
Muddy your charm for sins indolence
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More deadlier then a yellowjacket
They sting you, purely out of willful spite
Drawing on their reservoirs of malice
Foaming through their needled aculeata
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The voice of reason
Is drowned out by the mob
That lynches itself
into ignorance's grave
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