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It was the guilt

It was the fear

It was the pain



All rolled into

The juggernaut of

Confrontation



Reality Vs. The Ideal



Expectations Vs. Desire



No man could win the fight

It was promised

As the greatest fight

Of the decade

But not even the promoters

Could fathom

Its weight



All ran

With tails

Between their legs



All ran

Towards a conformed version

Of truth



An unspeakable truth

Safely tucked away

In the righteous attic

Of stability

And political

Survival



Can you feel it?



Do you think it?



Does it scare you?



Does it test you?

Are you sure

Of the ultimate end

Of your desire?



Never imagined it

To be otherwise?



Never imagined

That you could be the one

To stir the pot

Of consensual thought?

Content?



Then let’s step back

Let’s evaluate the causes

Let’s evaluate your dreams

Your thoughts, your visions



Illusions? Hallucinations?

It’s all real

Another dimension

Of reality

Just a patch of grass

In the paddock

That you just failed

To visit



So, you say, what to do?

When you arrive...

Your filthy skin

Is tainted

Tattooed

Beyond repair



What then?

What now?



Do you hide?

Do you confront?

Do you escape?

Are there really any options?



Don’t worry

The angels are coming

To steer your way

To guide your thoughts

To release your soul



The angels... of America