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Liquid Gas
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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
Mud shattering.
I hear it as clearly as I would a bell tingling.
Small minded people demanding compliance.
They bleat like sheep the party line.
Bray like donkey's the PC verbiage.
One gets afraid to speak sometimes.
Too many new rules.
Too many inhibited people
afraid to speak their truth.
Don't be a Christian!
For God's sake never profess Christ!
That is considered blasphemy in the
new religion of everything is wonderful.
Every god is the same, they tell us.
Every belief has value.
A sieve full of ideas that rush
like water over the fences of
truth and honesty.
Brainwash the living, reinvent the dead.
Mankind, no it can never be!
Must be humankind!
Must not be sexist!
Homosexuals are immoral.
No, no, no, must never say this!
So many things one must never say!
A kinder, gentler world?
Or one where we are so confused
we lash out in anger at one another.
Remember when people were encouraged
to have respect and manners?
Ah, but what would I know!
Mud shattering.
Earth revolving around the sun.
Life existing.
Minds frozen in liquid gas
awaiting every new idea
to be ignited.
