AS WE LAY SLEEPING IN OUR COMFY LITTLE BEDS
INCUBUS IS AMONG US. HE IS DRESSED AS A FED
HE HIDES IN THE DARK CORNERS OF A BRIGHTLY LIT ROOM
HE SAYS ALL IS BRIGHT AND COZY. WORRY NOT OF THE GLOOM
AS WE BECOME DROWSY. HE COMES EVER CLOSER STILL
AND IF WE FEEL LOUSY. HE SELLS US A FEEL GOOD PILL
HE MAKES US THINK IT IS ALL JUST AN AWFUL DREAM
HE TELLS US NOT TO SPEAK WHEN WE BADLY WANT TO SCREAM
HIS POWER IS GROWING UNCHECKED EACH AND EVERY DAY
WE COWER AS WE FEAR HOW BADLY HE`LL MAKE ALL OF US PAY
I DO NOT RECALL HOW THIS DARK MONSTER EVER CAME TO BE
BUT I MUST REMEMBER TO PAY DEARLY FOR MY RIGHT TO STAY FREE
PATRICK HENRY SPOKE "GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH"
HIS WORDS MUST NOW HAUNT US. OR DID WE LOSE HIS BREATH?
The Poetic Warrior
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