Softly bite my tongue as the bile of remorseful words rises in my throat.
yet tear drops are the only thing I let loose as I gaze upon the corpse of your ideals.
What a shabby thing it is now, just bleached bones of inspiration, stripped bare of all conviction and pride.
I let them do this with their slanted looks and jutted chins of pompous piety, they sized you up and made their mark to cut.
All I could do was wait in line for my ten pieces of silver, not even enough to pay the boatman when he comes.
And I have now the nerve to shed tears for you as if though that would forgive me of my sins,
I am just so selfish to look to you to forgive.
It's that moment that I hate myself and the bile comes spilling forth,
my silver tongue cutting open my heart to stand tall and let the world know you were right.
We are all damned...but we are all together as one. We have only to shed this fragile mask of pride, clear the smoke from out our eyes and sing out loud without the lies. It can be done. So burn me in the pyre of your fears or stand tall now and cast your lot.
Now is the time.
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