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The Root of Evil Vs the Bad Seed

3/27/2018 Spit shined black dress shoes, badges and keys. The childlike fear of figures of authority. Condescending tone, vocal depth, glacial stare Standing upright, hovering over you sitting in your chair. Behind a desk, in an office, certificates on the wall. College degrees, commemorations, or backed by law. Cut your mic off in the middle of a moving speech Raise the prices higher than anything you’ll ever reach. Knock the legs off the ladder as we climb to the top The key to their success written in a drawer, kept locked. Same adults saying, “Shut up n’ listen,” urge you to “Speak up for yaself” Every time you act or express something different, momma reaches for the belt. Black robed white collared behind an elevated altar While Judases sit in pews in fear sin will conquer. White coated, phone bill charging for half an hour Costly prescriptions instead of natural herbs and powders. Weekly sessions diagnosed a mild depression If suicide ain’t on your mind, therapy will lead you that direction. Government imposed taxes and student loans $5,000 debt Paychecks seized by the bounty hunting IRS. Currently, currency and power market wars and cancer Little boy asks, “When’s daddy coming back?” with no answer. Troubled teens evolved from touched children Never spoke for fear their parents would kill them. Religions already forced them upon their knees Never blossomed fully because they were said to be ‘bad seeds.’

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