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Dedicated to my muse--You are not aloneAloneEverything is so heavyHeart, mind and eyesEverything is so scaryPeople, places; alliesNot supposed to be wearyOf this eight hour spotlightWasn’t meant to be carriedInto an unending dogfightLegs feel so unsteadyHeld by sycophants and liarsAlways have to be readyIn this continuous crossfireYou were meant to be inductedWith support and admirationInstead- a leader subjectedTo distrust and condemnationwho comes to your aidWhen thrown in the fireWho’s meant to be trusted?Not the minions with lightersWhere can you fall?The pathway littered with nailsWho can you call?When they’re covering their tailsThere is nothing to dojust trust in yourselfAnd hope that otherswill rid themselves of filthThere must come a daywhen we rid idiotismBefore it’s too lateClaiming yet another victim
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