And now I wait for a sermon.
From someone to guide me.
Who’s passion inspires them to beat their chest and cut in line.
To get above the rest of us.
A beacon.
A brightly lit fire of protest against the best of us.
Who will throw their shit and not think twice.
Who doesn’t understand criticism unless its delivered from a mouth baring teeth.
How scary a life it must be to lead.
To have no method to measure how much you succeed.
To only be an animal.
To kill, bleed, eat, sleep, and breed.
To be motivated by the weather and let nature dictate your final surrender.
To never understand what it means to pull a trigger.
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