The Stoning

Beware Beware scent of spites sentiments in the air

Something simmers awesome often doctored and proffered

The telling willing of the stoning unknowing

Caution to the loss of the image your owning

The obnoxious haunted and the stoning

As the gossip drops hear...phone me phone me

A gang of angst to take

A mob of spite to ignite

And Hell to burn...its now your turn

Your reputation blurred your story stirred

The disturbed herd unfurls your world

A pile of angry fire grows higher and higher

Surely this condition was earned

Time to learn a lesson of the lone

In a bloodied blessed session of stones

Bouncing busting breaking your bones

Their secret so sweet a quaint fate awaits

In a group they gather feeling great

As hate gets madder and madder

The dispraportionate of the unfortunate

Seems someone so unimportant...why does it matter?

Is the Evil really here..?

Or is it that visitor staring back at you in that clownhouse mirror..?

Take one hard look makes two things clear

Soon you are...not here

Hear laughter and cheer chatter through the breezes

Now stoned into the great unknown

Our retribution Jesus...that will fix him stony crucifixion

Killing something sometimes the only thing that pleases

Spite and Angst are like two very deadly diseases

Busted burned and broken to pieces

The higher we climb the farther we fall

A chasm of hate awaits to consume it all

Rotten awesome seem so impossible

This Judas eludes us this spite filled apostle

The stoning

The wisdom of the miserable and desire to control me

A schism of minions sets out to own me

Into the great unknown

Toxic shocks of flying rock thrown

Bled and dreaded my head with stones

Another heart stopped as the stones drop

Sinners slobs angry mobs

Miserable a militia growing

Visitors of the intermission of your living condition

Otherwise known as The stoning

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