The Savior of Tomorrow


Children stand tall with minds unpoisoned to the lack of reason we reflect

They carry the powers on their shoulders that we long burried, that we reject

As they grow, they change, become unbalanced and confused

In our minds they remain young, afraid, and abused

Some lay no hand or word on the back of a small child

We hit them with the reality that their mistaken beliefs are being defiled

Mangled by the teeth that we sharpen with negativity

Our glares burn them to charr for the envious believability

Roots spread beyond our faded imaginations

In the mind of a child, we are the monsters driven by domination

Some like you, who have seen the pictures spilling from the written

Will save the children who refuse to be bitten

Imagine what reality could be


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