Distant from the masses
alienated from the crowd
Disenfranchised with the norm
Lone soul in search of something kindred
In tune with a higher spirit, On another plane
No longer entertained by the games
A spectator to all it's ills
A view from the outside much clearer
Bare witness to the crimes it commits
Judging all voluntary victims
Willing participants swimming in shit
Forgot what the sun looked like
Accustomed to the darkness
Took a bite from the forbidden fruit
Enjoyed the sweetest reward
Ill gotten spoils they revel in
Soon the bitter aftertaste of pain becomes apparent
Then they become a victim of their conscience
The weight of sins not soon forgotten
lay on the shoulders of the wicked
No rest for those in search of forgiveness
Hopes of forgiveness from something higher than themselves
Looking to heaven dwelling in hell
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