Naïve To Nuke

Paved with gold wearing a smile of green.
Clearly you are naive beyond the supreme.
Unable to fathom as diktats come for you.
Frightened until you are but a living statue.

Juggling moments with a quiet cry.
All around you these people are willing to spy.
Sell you out and box you up.
Every neighbour would rat you out to get the contents of your cup.
Drain it dry then move on.
No remorse lingers under their sun.
Pity is reserved for the weak and woeful.
Hence why they default to being spiteful.
With a hint of cyanide sown beneath thick skin.
They are forever your soon to be desolation.

Count those crows.
Its all a lie.
Don’t conform and pretend,

That crucifixion is where you wish to be.
While witches and warlocks vie among the pines.
You learn how cruel others can truly be.
Everyone sees your innocence turn to heresy.

No longer do these streets shine so bright.
Your face is twisted especially in the dead of night.
They got their wishes but now they retreat.
No longer will you suffer a defeat.
Armed for war and prepared for worse.
You will show them how you are now a curse.
Tear through homes like a maelstrom.
Resistance will be a failed form of income.
As their crooked cities crumble beneath your fists.
Those ruins enveloped by debris cloud mists.