The voices, they’re in my head again, and again, telling me I'm wrong and always have been wrong. They don’t shut up and won't with their sanctimony. Fields of guilt they till, seeds of doubt they plant and questions on your credentials and faith, they cultivate.
Welcome to the wonderful world of "Fuck you!" An ungrateful world of want that does not care about you or your loyalty. Fuck this cancel culture world of want. Light the world on fire and let the judges be judged for they keep crossing the Rubicon.
Sorry I am
The weakness in me I fear to see... There are things I've done, mistakes I've made and crimes I've committed for which I am sorry. I have my demon's haunt and my conscience's taunts. I hear the voices in my head and I hear your whispers too. I like myself more without you.
MEANDERING
Do we all get to a point in life when we say fuck it all, humanity is not worth it. I just don't think humans should survive?
MUSIC
Les Miserables: Freeing Javert
REFERENCE LINKS
Where the Dead Men Lie, Barcroft Boake 1891
Jerilderie Letter, Ned Kelly 1879
URI
judas1.com/deconstructed