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Dec 2013
What do you think of when I say the word "poison"?
Probably of poisoned wine, choking, dying on the floor.
I think of a different poison, not like the ones before.
Poison of the Mind, it affects us all,
spread by lies, deceit, falsities, untruths, but also
ideas, innocent enough at the start,
until they leave our minds, travel through our hearts
and out our mouths to infect another like a contagion.
It adds new meaning to "pick your poison" doesn't it?
We all choose, but only through the filter of those around us.
Every idea, regurgitated and resuscitated to every young mind like an old dictionary.
It's matter of fact until someone contradicts
but it's okay, they're obviously uneducated d*cks.
Because it's okay, just go with what your told.
It's okay to hate, to discriminate, to differentiate
when someone's meal doesn't match your plate,
or they don't match your traits,
because it's okay to dictate
"Pick your Poison"? More like choose your weapon.
Be careful when displaying your message,
because wrong or right's not the point,
so don't be afraid to disappoint.
Those loved by all are lying to themselves
so take your ideas off the shelves
brush them off and reevaluate
try to look through, remove the hate
Pick your Poison, Choose your Fate.
Written by
Allan Giary  United States
(United States)   
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