The Shrieking
Shrieking laughter fills my pillow
I exhale the humor from a broken hubris
They called me mad for speaking my mind!
Singing the starless soliloquy in the shadowed cell they locked me in
Thank you brother! For calling me innocent!
Thank you father for calling me depressed!
Thank you mother for swearing to my oppressors i would obey the hatred they spew!
I have roamed the plains or mortality alone
A shrieking mad cacophony in the dark!
Allow me no tears for the blind do not cry for me
Allow me no bloodshed as no sheep ever bit its predator in my name
Allow me no love as the gods you gave me are heartless
Bless me with your charitable hypocrisy
Guide me to your chambers of lust
Corrupt me like a worm in a dog
All your kings are parasites america!
Suckling from the teet of your depth
Bless me with the education of indoctrination
Bless me with the welfare of those who gave in to the oppression
Bless me with the citizenship of a blue blooded american.
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