Twilight Therapy - Vertigo

A white heart is gone
For nothing the time is long
They gather to us in droves
For herd immunity
And life in the true word

How do you keep such control?
Enough question time
Make it hurt and they will cry
Why do you play this charade?
Little mouse around the house
Watch him bleed from the big cat
A stealthy old moggy

You dirty peasant cry for more
I have become god over all
Now see the profit of my design
A work of fright in time
And all shall step in line
What is the pretense of this attack?
The courage building they surely lack
The people gather against my rule
My power stripped so soon
They leave me dead and abused

Written by:
Bethany Canning

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