"End the rowl" demanded, ignored,
My responsibility branded by your pointed index.
Defense, fruitless, hidden in contempt,
you'll only swallow and dismiss; flatulent relief.
Soap-box perceptions, mine or your own?
Reality or not, the spotlight burns despite.
Truth, unseen, shall distract your logic,
I offer fruit.
An ear, an innocent idea, relief for built up pressure,
Knowledge tears behind my cage, you hide it so well.
A thought, condemning, herding sympathy and hope,
you call me a devil for my insight.
A leader's skill beyond eager denial,
Ignorance you shall name your fear,
cultivated confidence needs sunlight and virtue.
A rapture of slipping power to remove me.
Like a Spider; damned for its mere existence and nature.
It is growth, not stagnation, positively.
More than willing to endure self-degradation; I, enemy,
a martyr of sorts....look it up!
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