Q------No Time

This is no time to mar my words. No time to unsettle the ogre within
me. No time to plead my case to those who cannot judge or be judged. No
time to be accused of guilt or innocence. I stand by deceit. I irk my
concienceness into submission and impale it upon my fang. I squeezed
this life out on my own. Words may have been said, but in those words I
realize vindication, revenge from the similiar. I see soothing hatred.
I hear cackles of flames against wood. I step out of the doorway and
find myself in the mask of Society. Caught up in its deep breathe for
sake of life. It smells of corruption and greed, of discrimination and
the American Way. It smells of the sweat of the rich, and the blood of
the poor. All I hear are petty politics and trivial semantics. Mud
slinging and nail bitting. Freedom we may have.........but
Free.......we are not.