:3 I figured I might come back with a bang.

I showed it to Berry, who gave me a positive review >w< thought I might share with you alls.

Bon apetit.

A Live Line (The Infection)

A threat's been detected...
My whole being, my soul's been infected
through the sutures of life, boom-slap dissected,
by a statue of hate that a demon's erected by
shoving my life outta line, the whole time I was
voting for a mind that was never elected...
but the enemy was, and it's like I suspected,
all just a sham to make me lose respect, and...

I never had it. Don't got no time
to lose the double-blind and see life through mine
and yours, the orbs stargazin' into the sky
of life, a strife, holdin' back the break of lies
that could hurt you, kill me, and suck the world dry, free
of freedom protected. But the angry mob will never see...
not in their yard, no, so they won't let the flow be,
now, locate the enemy, and rewrite the tyranny.

Are you hearin' me? This ain't the time
to put down our dignity, this is malignant. See, the
only thing that seperates, breaks and blinds rapidly
is hatin' the neighbor, makin' no happily
ever after, crafting daft excuses, blastin'
massive fuses, rating, berating the mass of useless
crap that we're told that our enemies are...
now where's the scar on dignity you put down years ago?

Now do you see it? The useless lie,
that which separates us, a man from a fly,
it's the plea that your soul makes, it's saying goodbye
to the people around you, and making them cry with their hearts.
Not their fears, not their dreams, not their hopes, not their lies,
Just a girl and her eyes, thousand teary goodbyes
and another one dies, not a brain cell more wise.
But it's come to the one truth: that nobody tries

to speak into a mind that's been loaded with lies,
to dismantle the rocks that we foster inside,
rolling boulders of elders' decrees and decries,
irrespective perspective, it's all out of size.

And you'd think that this message has played out too late,
and I know that you're told of a horrible fate,
but you know every storm leaves the light in its wake
And you'll see that corruption is easy to break...

Not with sticks and with stones, but with music and books.
Using passion and love to erase all the crooks
who've been takin' a ride on our savings and minds,
now take ACTION, and fight all this hatred with lines.

Not of crack, but of music and love and respect
and with tolerance, not with the dollar...
Stop murder and crime, and protect with a rhyme
that will last through the ages, and fix all the bridges in time.

Life's divine, you should know it's not all stinking, rife
with this s**t, is this it? There's a cure for the strife,
a new pasture, just try to to outlast, and you'll
find a new way, through this beautiful song that is life.