The Sacrifice
why do you hate me?
You hate me because I stand up
(instead of lie down)
I tell the truth
(instead of contorting my lips, my life, my soul
to fit into your perfectly tidy little
story)
Your perfect plan...
Everything that doesn't stay neatly within the lines of your
beautiful lies,
gets rejected, baby.
And that's the way its always been, Right?
The Gospel according to "Down Pat"
Everyone has to bow
Everyone has to conform to the "plan"
or they get Cast out-
thrown under the bus,
aloha! adios! Hallelujah!
Roadkill, baby!
Praise the Lord!
It's all the same.
And then you wipe the dirt off your hands,
your face, your feet
(because u can't handle what just went down)
and quietly walk away-
and play (quite nicely and neatly, i might add)
the Victim.
(it all fits together so neatly and nicely, so beautifully done,
especially when everyone cooperates!....
hmmmmmmmmmmm)
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