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Submission To A Fallen King

by Jason Armstrong, Mt. Pleasant MI

These days talking the talk is enough

Yet including walk is far more than tough

Because the media perverts the will of the masses

And with a peaceful nod we all tip our glasses

To an evil far more potent than we perceived

Disgusting practices we didn’t know we received

Revelation of a deep darkness far thicker

That inevitably we allowed to be conceived

And just like you I found it in me

It’s even shackled my eyes so I couldn’t see

So extend your hands brothers and sisters

We’re way sicker than we first believed

I cannot ever shake this thing from within

Crawling up my spine it eats me alive

It destroys what was meant to be broken

Yet can this temple ever be revived

Surely never of my own will

A divine seed must be instilled

For nothing occurs of my own strength

Yet the reparation occurs at length

What application could ever be so pure

Desperately seeking the role of a remedy

The blood of a Messiah to heal these wounds

To promote a broken soul to eternal longevity