I am the one who fights the good fight
Call me a crusader
I know what's wrong and what is right
Don't call me a hater
But I'm not a hero
'Cuz I rise when others fear them
Too scared their friends'll hear them
No one will wanna come near them
I've got nothing to prove
Nothing to lose
I fight cowards for cowards
Nothing better to do
But it's not what I'm good at
I raise my voice, others say "Who's that?"
I speak up, they say "Screw that!"
They don't want to do that!
They don't want to believe!
I fight but lack the energy
The words don't come to me readily
The rioters, they charge at me
Screamin' accusations of atheistic apostasy
They'll never see the best in me
So obsessed with always testing me
But the Spirit will never rest in me.
And I'm tired of fighting
Someone take the cup away from me
The hidden haggard helpless hero
Invisible until evil tempts me.
And hypocrisy's breath hitches in its own oxymoronic revelry.
Asphixiating steadily
Till my mind caves in with apathy,
But the Spirit shall never waver within me.
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Musings of a Deep Thinker: Free-Verse, Rants, and Poetic Rants.
PoetryCompilation of different poems and rants that I've thought of and overall what goes through my mind when I think about life in general. Yeah. Enjoy.