They Will Come For You
I was always told They will come for you The angry mob wielding Pitchforks and knives And swords and torches Marching with their incoherent chatter Of a unified belief Of a unified consciousness and acceptance That the removal of sin; And the one the higher educated Who manipulates lower-intelligence Must be blamed And must go. So they march on Through angry cries and Stomping of feet With their orange glow Contrasting with the dead of night Nowherdays There are no pitchforks Or torches, unless You live in America Now they come for you With lawsuits, suing, political agendas Negative and contrasting beliefs They hide behind thin pains of glass And strike from many many miles away They now can track you Know who you are and who you see Because you’re a sin that spreads to others To sin With your sin being that You’re only different than The mob’s manipulation instigated By a shadow that wants control Through chaos, were In a high tower or a cramped office space With a little...