I could not see myself as just me, with my battles in life. I carried on the wars of others.
And for every ideal I betrayed, I was a traitor.
for living a life I do not believe in, igonoring the true voice. Wallowing in a cesspit of false security, while everything i believe in burns all around me. For obeying the illegitimate authority, for sleeping with the enemy.
Feathered and tarred, and through the city streets I should walk, I should be paraded with the word, written in red, on a t shirt like a sign hung around my neck, for all to see, for shame.
Sticking to my hair, tar will glimmer, feathers will fall behind me. Traitor.
And for every ideal I betrayed, I was a traitor.
for living a life I do not believe in, igonoring the true voice. Wallowing in a cesspit of false security, while everything i believe in burns all around me. For obeying the illegitimate authority, for sleeping with the enemy.
Feathered and tarred, and through the city streets I should walk, I should be paraded with the word, written in red, on a t shirt like a sign hung around my neck, for all to see, for shame.
Sticking to my hair, tar will glimmer, feathers will fall behind me. Traitor.
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