BLOODIED LIPS BLOODIED LIPS It is easy they say, to invite the devil in But much harder they say To make him go away In my own home I was content with the simple #life, When the going got tough i still could hold my own but then he came, my saviour he proclaimed promising a better #life I should have learned from what history had taught the good Shepard eventually turns From proletariat to hegemon For tyrants first come In a savior's guise. Mine turned out to be A wolf in sheep clothing Fed me with an empty spoon And stabbed me in the back He told bedtime tales, vivid as a 20/20 vision He filled me with hope he rocked me to sleep Lo and behold he slapped me awake Looming over me in the devil's true form My hands were bound and my voice was gone My cries for help became silent screams All they earned me Were punches to the jaw Bloodied lips And a swollen face Protesting my fate earned me broken bones Common sense warned that I must close my mouth But my spirit wouldn't cow Or negotiate with a terrorist I refused to be bound by the shackles of fear I see him for what he is, A pest and a leech A Human being who lost the nature of himself He lives the #life of a beast, His is the jungle law Taught by the devil's advocate "to conquer a nation First disarm the citizens" A full movie theatre against one gunman Such a scary thought? Imagine a disarmed nation against one tyrannical man... I knew I must find my voice, for the devil must be exorcised Then I had an epiphany, of David's sling shot, A vision of Thunder claps, And lightening strikes Rain of brimstones signals the devils end I hear the echo of words from a famous fool "The tyrant has fallen, the people are free" It's a vision of hope For every dark cloud Has a bright silver line So my spiritual will burn My bonds will be loose, I will rise again With bloodied lips but a triumphant soul My strong will will finally saved the day