Le Poison
The Poison, our kind seeks but rarely finds
We try to escape its consequences yet
We are always beguiled by its strong essence and state of mind
Protected by laws and rules set by Society
Atrocious, wicked Society concealed under principles and convention
Watching every step with a keen eye like a lion watching a feeble fawn
Waiting for the right moment to strike
Society is yet another quadruped, a toxic weapon, an envious bully
Annihilating anyone that dares to cross its Constitution
Despite this, rises upon us the Bold with lethal sword
Bloodily assassinating any contractions… and declares himself leader
Only then Society bows to the victorious
It’s a conspiracy; it’s a Fantasy, or perhaps a delusion
All which I know I’m Poisoned with no antidote
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