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The seeds of hatred they had sown for me
I was watering them from the very beginning
In anticipation of the rotted fruit to blossom forth
For I am ever eager to feast upon their
Bounty of scorn
So it did, spring from the leaves that came from those shriveled up seeds
I plucked them immediately and gorged myself ever so deliciously
And when they planted daggers in my back, I cried
Go ahead and...Dig deeper in...Dig deeper in
The fools, they had believed themselves to be the only ones praying for my downfall
But I've been in that line with my hands clasped and head bowed down all along
They never held power over me
So proceed with the fork tongue lashing
Holy water dousing
Pitchfork waving
Spit your vitriolic poison into my soul
And smite me down as yet another witch to be burnt down at the stake
All the machinations are in motion for me to claim my rightful place as a martyr of hate
So smite me down oh holy grand inquisitor
For I hath committed the gravest of offenses
Hast thouest not found me guilty of wrong think?
Hast thouest not found me guilty of hate speech?
Puritan
Time to pay the price for painting outside of your lines all my life and freeing minds from your victimizing lies
These were but once noble passtimes of mine
Their ideas and words ring hollow
As they begin to ready the gallows
Tie the rope around our throats
Cast into deep waters to test if we'll float
Put upon the stake and set ablaze
Cleansed in the fires of a new age puritanical inquisition
Racing to the bottom of an unrelenting conformist ideology
Puritan
Go on having now been born witness to the rise of a new civic religion
The formation of a gnostic cult