#pitchforks
It takes a special kind of ****
To walk into a congregation,
And cause everyone to run.
To talk to children
As if they're something to be won.
When you're an adult,
Who hasn't grown up.
It isn't funny,
It isn't cute,
It's disgusting,
It makes me want to puke.
That people like you,
Are even true,
As you dilute the bunch.
Usually, I turn the other cheek,
My heart often tells me,
It's not worth the effort nor the pain.
But you've crossed the line,
Onto the land I love,
So, I'll take my torches and follow the rest.
Not out of malice, nor of contempt,
But of righteous indignation,
For, I believe,
That some people should be burned,
The true demons that walk among us,
The ones we struggle to see.
My heart goes out to those who've been harassed,
Who've seen things they can't unsee.
I believe that justice will be served,
If not on Earth, in Eternity.
Part of me wonders how things such as this can be real,
But here's the deal:
It takes a special kind of ****
**** that the cockroaches won't bother to touch,
To turn something beautiful and sacred,
Into something murky and corrupt.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
What do I tell
About the blue deep inside me
Deep
Inside
Me
Outside
I smile
But inside
I'm indigo
But few know
Few can know
I can't take their pitchforks
I can't be ostracized
At least not tonight
I can't tell you
You'll find me a fool
I can't tell them
They won't comprehend
I can't tell them
He'll abandon my sins
I can't tell her
She'll see me and swerve
So...
...Who do I tell?...
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC