1-8-11

[undertakerlives]

You should get what this is about from the subject line, hopefully.


They've all gathered to hear your voice

A pawn of the illusion of choice

Fearless at the lectern

So useless in the scheme of things

But none of that matters now



The magazine will tell the tale

From blue to red, blame is up for sale

The benevolent have fallen

The past can't be rewritten

But an act of yesteryear repeats



Before a word is spoken

Before a promise broken

The magazine will shout

It speaks louder than words



So sad to fear the price of speech

A notion that should remain free

So mad, the denizens out of reach

A morbid tale from history



And as she wakens, she looks back

A proposition heartwarming

For the fallen, a heart turned black

A suspect regales in infamy



A 19th century refrain

Becoming a 21st century pain

She aimed her sights at progress

The outcast aimed too high

And fired much too randomly



Denizen and servant join hands

Seen so often, but no one understands

The benevolent have risen

Only to fall once more

Just in a new incarnation



After the words are spoken

After promises are broken

The denizens will shout

Screaming from the magazine



Adjoining hands now shiver cold

We cast the fearless into denial

Ignoring solemn truths we're told

We put the benevolent on trial



And still she'll wander fearlessly

A hopeless plea for common good

The magazine will shout once more

As only a smoking gun ever could