We The Sanctified- Wrapped In Words

We who see and bleed within our hidden shells as we watch and wait,

while those who do purposely water the ever growing seed of hate,

blindly circumventing the rules placed down by mothers and fathers,

not realising how we are making a joke of ourselves and others,

a force filled bottle of urine and shit,

a drink for the masses as we repackage and sell it,

sins unforgivable forgotten instead,

a spinning contraption going around in your head,

waves of Christmas followed by sin,

a blessing we’re blessed with a forgiveness within,

lies upon truths,

names with no face,

we see ourselves as gods,

ruling over the entire human race,

but the mirror shows our reflected fate,

flatulent bigots,

surrounded by a future we cannot sedate…

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