The Sky, My Mind, My Words.

I'm up so high, upon the gilded seat of neutrality.

Unaffiliated. I wear the black-and-white robes.

Scorching judgement raineth upon thee, difference.

For I am safe under this wreath sheltered by minor majorities.

The sterotypes fly forth, caught upon my foulest breath.

Sever my rusted silver tongue, to censor the putrid words uttered under this... our only sky.

Lie still, for I wander.

My verbal violence I only inflict out of confused love. (Excuses, only empty excuses.)

Hush I shan't.

For I die upon the silence, laid in wait.

Heed not my nonsensical utterances...

...Unless you share this sky, this insanity.

The End

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