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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
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#969844 added November 17, 2019 at 5:44pm
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Villains: Four Acts
I know how villains are made
Forged in the fires
Of super hero rhetoric
Twisted words
In the mouths of the good
Spoil a good season
Unwatered, unattached
To fertile earth, exposed
To nature's harsh elements

Deconstruct:
You take all the beautiful words as if
From my mouth
Leave me nothing to speak
Except echo your praises
Leaves me hollow, you know?

(Un)Related:
Send Me Out For Ice

Connected, feeling their love
When they send you on your mission
And you think it’s a quest
But no one from your party comes
As you further down the road
Look back and see no one followed
Not a vigilant eye as you further
Away from the scene
Like they sent you off for ice
Worry
When you get back
The night over,
Venue moved,
Door shut
It's a private engagement
Do you ply that threshold?
When you risk the fear
         Unwanted

Reconstruct:
Drink the Kool-Aid
No one is getting killed
We don’t want your entire savings
Don’t complain if it’s bitter
Spit it out
Make your face
For everyone else to see
This is not your party and you can
Leave

Too acidic this punch
Leaves a mouth dry what seems
Lifelong
In the corner you draw eyes
Their stares bring memories of life escaped
Returned
Haunted by failures of the past
Rub your tummy vigorously for all to see
Hide secret shame with your integrity
Lost
What’s the cost of a little fuss?
But that’s not where it ends
It starts with their distrust
Now you have to do something more to appease
Would be gods, fake idolatry
They want you to grovel handsomely
Leave gifts at their transparent feet
Ignored
The party is a hollow feast for just a few
At the table where offerings gather
Black vultures guard them with hungry stares
You don't dare
Help yourself
But you can never leave 🎵

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