So. How bout dem bears?
We drop our guard and follow, blinded by our lack of will.
the chance that one in your network will betray you, yes Judas lives
but first you must wipe yourself clean and extract your sanity from the daycare of snakes, lost in their coils chasing their tails. Surely you know how this ends?
But it would not last, this trip down the yellow brick road of bright shiny objects.
Their silence, a red carpet on which the powerful are free to flaunt their abuse to their world.
I don’t think they like you and your vainglorious principles.