Allusions of Persecution
Garbage in, garbage out,
They don't know what you're talking about.
Miscommunication - doubt,
Progress stalled, you fail to tout:
"I have seen from miles away,
The senses drawn from day to day,
Had I not drifted far astray,
I might stoop with you all to pray."
While flowing from your lips, you wonder:
"Can this, my sediment of slumber,
Besiege, befall, yet sink from under?"
Clarity shines on faceless blunder.
And when you stop, and look around,
And find the followers abound,
And lead them to the unknown sound,
Recalcitrant truths, unwary, resound.
They don't know what you're talking about.
Miscommunication - doubt,
Progress stalled, you fail to tout:
"I have seen from miles away,
The senses drawn from day to day,
Had I not drifted far astray,
I might stoop with you all to pray."
While flowing from your lips, you wonder:
"Can this, my sediment of slumber,
Besiege, befall, yet sink from under?"
Clarity shines on faceless blunder.
And when you stop, and look around,
And find the followers abound,
And lead them to the unknown sound,
Recalcitrant truths, unwary, resound.
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