Friday, June 23, 2017

Listen To the Lies

Wrestling with the grave predisposition,
Clinging to a trusting nature, 
Wanting desperately to find 
A simple something to believe.

Hoping that the fangs have been retracted, 
Waiting silently in shadows til 
The shackles turn to butter, 
Yearning for a fast reprieve.

Walk into the den of fire and lions, 
Leave your weapons at the doorstep, 
Slide the deadbolt from the outside, 
Blindfold covering your eyes.

Judgment takes a permanent vacation, 
Blinded by the situation. 
Pavlov’s pet in its creation 
As you listen to the lies.

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