Shapeless Among The Shadows
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The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick & still.
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill.
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Features distorted
in the flickering light,
There faces all look distorted.
Silent and stern
in the sweltering night.
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The mob moves in waves
Of demonic possession
Quiet & conscientious,
calm in their right.
So confident in their might..
(living in the image)
With a mask between the mirror.
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The shapshifters are on the rise
with burning eyes,
of hatred and disdain.
Mad people feeding
on fear and lies.
They beat the drum &
burn hate into the soul.
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They say that
strangers threaten us
(immigrants and infidels)
They say we have a
strange attraction to death.
(The one we should fear the most,
the lowliest among the low,
raca is within our own mind)
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They say that the evil is
everywhere out there.
In our theaters,
in our pallaces
on our book shelves,
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They say that
they know what's best for us
They will rise &
save us from ourselves
by any means necessary .
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Only the living- dead
are indifferent to extinction
Psychotic entities
(Living shapeless
among the Shadows)
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