Please identify the whole ones constructed of the sterner stuff embodying allegiance with the truth and sanity also to boot these special souls could run the show stand watch while the inmates shout provide the guidance many need lock up the ones that are enemies
perhaps you identify as these paragons these seraph of legend's lore step up to heed the call lead the masses with your song the notes carry abundant hope fully rooted in fertile soil until the chords become distraught by the poisons that fill the heart
an alchemy of hatred based on the differences between flocks this consumes the righteous soul now unable to find resolve between the madness of the crowd and the noise of inner doubts what was plainly sourced from above now descends to the lower world
now we're tied to the left hand source of the ills they meant to fix pretending to speak for the right while contributing to the plight perhaps there are no whole ones unless they live on mountain sides far from the stain of humanity this struggle of calamity.
The poem “The Whole Ones” is about dangers of seeking to be masters of righteousness and purity. These exist only in a vacuum. In time, exposure to the world corrupts all.