| The Evils of Inspiration Towers of serpents high above heads Brings terror to the minds below. Scared into submission; their courage dead, Searching for a muse to make their strength grow. There she is...a girl of passionate visions. She's the perfect obsession for the time being. She clouds your mind & your decisions, But she gives you the strength to stop fleeing. There you are, in front of a tank, Waving your banner for what you believe. As the oppressors approach you in your flank, A vision of her is what you receive. So you start a rebellion with words & print, Because this beautiful girl inspired you. Your cause flawed; your rage in sprint... The bullet is fired from out of the blue. You fall to the ground and ask God "Why?" Looking for your muse who's nowhere around. With your last breath before you die, You curse the inspiring vision you'd found. |