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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hollow whore’s are they that trample over the innocent, Grabbing for power like only the unworthy would, Prostituting for perks because they’re willing to get ed, ......................So I used to believe, Back when I was a naive idealist, But life shows all sides of the coin, I have seen first hand and I have learnt, I have learnt that their empty victory’s still beats my trusted loss, I toil without complaint, I’m no saint, But cross my heart when I say, I follow the path with a loyal integrity, Fierce in my fight for respect, But to what end I ask myself, When this path has so many shortcuts, When those who walk on it literally on the grass, Who then cares if my efforts are justified, Justification is the masturbation of the weak, It doesn’t keep the lecherous from my door, It doesn’t give me abundance, It doesn’t get me anywhere so what’s the point, When it comes down to it, when I’m stood at the gates to whatever’s waiting, When I finally look back on my life, Will I still be clinging to my misguided morales, Will they feel good enough to of justified this life of second best, Do you think the taste of righteousness is as sweet as the treats I forgo, Or will I look back with pitiful disgust for my time wasted, Lived in the light of what’s right, When all along I’m jealous of the fun in the shadows, I am tired of this ill rewarded propaganda, There’s no bonus for living a good life, I don’t want to die poor and bored, I can’t beat them so why shouldn’t I join them, I know they don’t write rhymes about me, They won’t be carving me up in their circle, They don’t even see me, Yet their existence ignites me, Or is it jealousy and disgust at my own weakness, Why shouldn’t I be on the inside, When this world stands by its teachings, Then maybe I’ll stand again, But for now, I’m ready to run with the revellers.
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