Bleached By Denial

He walks among the living dead
A soul bleached by his own denial
And thrust among the living to revile
The very path he now must tread

He gave in to the hate-filled reason
Of fear, regret and personal greed
Following those who filled his need
Of phony caresses for a sweeter season

He walks in angers’ darkened shade
In hopes the truth touches not his face
This fear is based on his own disgrace
Of choices earlier in life he made

The choices he made cannot be undone
So each morning he fills his hate-filled cup
And slurps the miserable red liquid up
As his eyes look away from the rising sun

Like maggots eating stinking rotten meat
He wallows in the garbage of hate and disgust
Never thinking beyond his personal distrust
Of people with whom he will share defeat

He reeks of pampered criminal deceit
In billowing rants of liberal lies
No truth has he in the rising cries
Of self-deluded words in the fate they meet

His passionate hatred in the red worn mist
Rises above sanity’s shores of relief
Using his hate to cause others’ grief
Believing his hate doesn’t really exist

He’ll rationalize his blatant desire
To prove he’s great in English prose
He’ll twist the facts to let him compose
Lies of hate in his liberal attire

He sits among the rotten dead
Exposing himself to the dangerous disease
Of the weak-kneed liars who want to appease
And bow down before The Chosen One’s head