Bring in the Good Taste
Enough is enough.
My patience is running out.
I sit here a pinioned bird,
Watching them all fly high.
My life turn into an unquenched thirst,
An unfinished race.
Who has taken my right to smile?
Where is my cup of coffee?
Enough is enough.
My place is there for the taking.
I shall be the pagan to defile the altar,
Desecrate the altar of billion sacrifices.
It's the turn of the sacrificial lamb.
For the lamb to turn the mythical lion,
And bite the hand that raises the blade.
Let your screams be sirens awakening,
Echoing the deserted streets,
Where lambs like hounds chase
People past their time.
I can taste the gall in my mouth.
Chew and taste, don't gulp it down.
Spit it out and bring in the good taste.
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