Posted by
MarkRock on Thursday, October 09, 2008 10:29:53 AM
I am thinking of a thing, can you guess my thoughts?
It hails from a town with a long history of affliations I deplore; its burbs and mainstreet lined and working in halls of Union and Free-Spirit; a town filled with festival of life's protests; where near always have they sought to lay level and beseige.
It called on faces well known for acts so vile, you would need a fed-relocation just to scrub tolerable for one moment; But all the well-bought cleansing can't maintain mouths that still spew their same stinking filth. In pew and in secret, in ghettos and in palaces they fed on their despise and yet those that seek shall find what's been hidden.
It crawled in and about, while dancing and lapping in their mentoring and welcomes; Here they apprised a riser to equal, to carry on the heights of their ideals. So learn did it well, even seeking still others of a more old-world sort, players sophisticated and conspired, these oft carrying a more identifiable slant; No shame did it feel; nor did it show as it wallowed, and fed family and head.
It grew strong off their backs and on their lips did it smile, so eager for its own major mad role. It remained true through it all, as hellfire flew atop old hurts renewed, as the wild ideas brewed. Never a thought of betrayel, just a wink and a hint, of some short delay while he stands in our light, new fan deals made atop old treaties oathed, all required to mask a goal we shan't guess.
Until soon it has the reins, to ride forth where they, that stand waiting quietly proud, dareth not tread.
It shall bring change, like none seen before. Beware your critiques, for no support shall you find as no outlet will pedal that one's mad truth.
If you listen you will know it's coming, while some stand blind, and some shout eager.
So keep your lips tight and children from sight. Hide your wallets and your bibles for each needs a revision. It has a plan, don't you worry none at that. Soon you will hear what gifts it will bestow.
So have you guessed the topic of my unhappy thoughts?
Careful with that if you have, for like a famous villain of childhood fantasy, you should consider the naming of this thing.
For others might hear of your reproach and your fear.
Perhaps we shall better just call it, "He who shall not be defamed."
The only question that remains, one you should seek, is that one the "Deatheater" or are we?