To The Infected,

And they continue to dance in their lovely little circles of oblivion
Piously gazing
With deafened eyes
To the sky

While the infected stand marked
Quarantined
By their inquiry
Hopelessly hounding for a different meal
While the cleansed children parade the playgrounds
They know all is wrong except what they know to be real
(For their parents told them so)

And for the child that wanted more?
She was slapped with a wooden spoon,
 and force-fed the cross
Told her body was dirty
 her mind was sinful,
Without He she was lost

As the large man towered over her
(The self-adorned authority in his voice.)

 “ How dare you question what we feed you.
   No doubts, no choice.
        Take and eat.
           Rejoice,
for you have been fed with all that is good,
         and just
    All else is false.”
                                                       
The doubting disease
They called it
The desire to believe
Yet left empty
With envy
Of the ignorant
“ For theirs is the kingdom of heaven”
They know not a world outside their forced conscious
Their parented minds
A lost generation
Beautifully blind

As they dance all rosy
Pockets full of fucking posy

What a bunch of Asses

…hope they all fall down

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