They walk in lockstep
Ignorant of the words they repeat
The excess of your covetousness
Sickens me to no end
I had respect once
Only pity and disgust abounds
Once a leader of men
Now a disciple of intolerance
You wished I was never born
And yet I was
It was not for your edification
But mine
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
They walk in lockstep
Ignorant of the words they repeat
The excess of your covetousness
Sickens me to no end
I had respect once
Only pity and disgust abounds
Once a leader of men
Now a disciple of intolerance
You wished I was never born
And yet I was
It was not for your edification
But mine
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