by Emmit Other
Those who smelt it
Dealt it
Those who fear verbally harassment
These are they who are darkest indeed
Those who project
And internalize nothing
These are the moths in society
And yet time has a way of finding such people out
The lens of truth frightens them
Despite their laughing denial
There are higher powers
Powers they claim to represent
Powers of honor
Powers of fairness
Powers of justice
And these are they who are not just
These are they who will not reap what they sew
These are they who corrupt the innocent
In their name to protect it
These are they who cast about and call people sinners
Devils
Actors who portray devils
The term gaslighting is insufficient to tokenize their lies
And my wife has to deal with the worst of these I have ever seen
Sometimes it isn't about you
Sometimes the monsters are their own Ishmael
Sometimes their reach exceeds their grasp
And sometimes they are their worst enemy.
I think times up on the monster of my imagination
I think midnight has come due
And all the empire building in the world
Will turn to ash
When they are no subjects to rule
And no one is willing to believe you.
They will just quietly acknowledge what they always knew to be true
You are a shallow shallow dish indeed.
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