Righteous
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I am extraordinary, my life, my brain, everything surrounding me is magic.
Wondrous light that angels dare not see.
I am one, one in a sea of faces, each dark and clouded.
Eyes dull and heads slumped.
being righteous
is about being right and just
people toss that word around like dumping dirty clothes in the laundry
where in actuality people air their own dirty laundry
They say, choose your battles wisely. But I say, fight them all. For though I am bested, I am not stopped. I am the beast that knows no chains, I am the wind that knows no law.
Oh Gentle Whisper
Your child weeps for his hope has died
His sky falls
An unheralded fate upon his shoulders
Inveigled by his desires
To sacrifice the little bit of freedom he has left
