Betrayel

Here is the problem-you are the problem, you are the politician, you are the fist. And here, right here is the abyss. Here is what they call pain, here, staring you in the face is the menace of broken spirits, souls, lips, and bones. So you look into the brightness of the sun, just so you can be blinded, and now you are "the blind leading the lied to." Over the edge, and into the abyss; scream, go ahead, no one will hear you, and when they do they won't care until you've been dead and buried for at least ten years. This here, here, right here, is what they call desperation, you hurt so bad you rip your heart out and throw it to the swine just for a second of relief. The price you pay for relief is the title of a betrayer.