Memorandum To The Masked Masses

Live and let live or let die.

I fasten my mask and take to the sky

Fly…fly away home or far away from

I’ve been told there is no room for it in my heart…

I’ve got the ability to hate all if I can hate one…

Something even my nemesis should escape from

Synergy with my enemies?

Should I rehabilitate or obliterate…it’s killing me.

Behind this mask I’m wallowing in villainy…

The epitome of illiteracy…

I can’t even read myself amidst this imagery…

of what my image means…

imagine if my image bleeds…

and I become what I fight against…

a villain’s seed

Taken over by a litany of killer deeds...

preying on the weak instead of praying for delivery...

or is it deliverance...or is it anything?

Maybe I should be focusing...

on letting things...

pull my heart strings...

letting light shine...

getting rid of dark rings...

much to the chagrin...of the evils harping...

on..and marching...on...and marching...

on...and even still...marching...

brushing over harp strings...

so I can let my art sing...

But still damned if I'm still damned...

the world calls...

harsh rings...

I put on my mask...

sip from my flask...

that same bottle filled with hatred.

I'm still a stranger...

to the outside world...to which I project a villain's anger...

but look upon it with bewilderment...wishing I could be its changer...

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I wouldn't be the first masked crusader to be a savior.

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Heroes unite.