Does hate know how much cut eye we give ourselves for free?
That nobody on Earth is a bigger enemy?
We’re not good person pickers; with our thirst for challenge.
When it comes to matters of love…“have heart, will scavenge.”
Do it know survival instincts required to come out?
That to exit, we’re readied to fight all; without clout?
Most do not come out to live life mired down by the herd.
Escaping those old binary dynamics absurd.
Much of life lived is defined by the flow of masses.
Roots wanna keep us in the chorus; kissing asses.
So, meekly stand out; or, just burn all their dogma down.
Just leave the herd behind so your magick can be found.
L.B.Stowe 