. cornered by mystery;
. faith framed by sincerity,
. disrupting shy anxiety.
. now rejects compliance;
. silence was conformity.
Yet that which comes with outspoken dignity,
. is mistaken as vanity.
The accusers and their five-cents worth of echoes;
. are like a banished banshee’s last whine;
. whips lashing out from undisciplined, brainwashed minds.
Still small words of endurance carve
. paths through both patterns and shards,
. of self-condemnation,
. and its dark past.
Discordant chimes crash on rocks of corroded trust;
. the final sales pitch of lukewarm sycophants and such.
This new dawn vindicates faith’s old firebrands
Who’s words were too easily written off as,
. too hot to touch.