Hypocrite

Asylum without sanctuary
A prison to remain free
Laws to violate the rights they defend
Good intentions
Liberty's end

Take responsibility for the actions I excuse
Beg empty on my knees for the help I will refuse
Drowning I reach the surface to hold my breath
A privileged life
Of constant death

Die to self and be a saint
Condemn all who bear the taint
Balance you chi, strive to transcend
Shun the old
Condescend

The problem today is that instead of reading books we face them
Read my tweet about it

My child could have seen the world through loud sound glasses, thank God he can't walk instead.
That life saving medicine could have made him inconvenient for me, the liars told me the truth of it.

Stubborn goats and flaccid sheep grazing the world to a barren waste
And that's just MY head.

Is it just my head?
The lacerations on my scalp bleed the fiery venom of deceitful truths
On the ears
Of one eighth
Of one billionth
Of a number we may never know
Take not this sacrament, for it is neither holy, nor heresy.
Just a protein shell
Ozymandius warring against the weather of time.

The morning sun no longer hides
As the night crawling subsides
Walking blindly to the end I see
An epitaph
To Hypocrisy