Whisperers are talking loudly behind closed door pulpits. They rage and spit with ego clenched fists and insist that they're blessed beyond mere mortal men. I, carry a quiet concealed contempt that I brandish when drawn upon. Step right up and pay the price of admission, but goddamn you if you peer behind the curtain.
In my heart flows love and light, anger and darkness and I know the chapters and the verses. I know the lyrics to the songs that sing of the things that I shouldn't be. You can poke a bear with a stick but you cant complain about the roar. Just keep dragging a baton across the bars of the cage and then sit back and marvel at what an animal resides within. It's a circus, it's a zoo... it's a place were men shell out hard earned cash to walk around feeling like they're so much more evolved that the beasts of the wild.
They've hunt me with their distorted views and megalomania like a poacher seeking a trophy above the mantle. I can feel the shrapnel in my bones of every hurt they've swept away. My love is patient, and my anger is loud. "shhhhh" they whisper on muted phone calls, firing tranquilizers across the country to silence the angry bear... but I charge.... with a hole in my heart I charge... with a bullet grazed skull I charge..... until freedom exhausts me and I can accept my the captivity of silence once again.
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