Sunday, March 13, 2022


I think of all the atheists
How quickly they’ll bow down
When the government declares itself divine
And how they'll tell the realists
To kneel before their crown:
Hey, you do your truth, I’ll do mine.

I try to be an optimist
And seek some common ground
But those who buy the lies feel elevated
Oppressors of the populist
Will scream for every pound
Of flesh they feel is not initiated.

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