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. Seeds of doubt they plant and your credentials, faith and guilt they question.
Welcome to the wonderful world of "Fuck you!", an ungrateful world of want that does not care about you or your loyalty. Fuck this world of want. Light the world on fire and let the judges be judged for they cross 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.
MUSIC
Les Miserables: Freeing Javert
REFERENCE LINKS
Where the Dead Men Lie, Barcroft Boake 1891
Jerilderie Letter, Ned Kelly 1879
URI
judas1.com/deconstructed