Rise, Rebel, Resist

When did freedom become blasphemy?
When did people lose the ability to see?
This delicate, petaled existence,
Will never lead to a resistance.
So it's time we fight,
And throw words like knives.
We may have started off harmless,
But now they're calling us blasphemous.
But we aren't the liars,
Or the thieves.
We are the martyrs,
The ancient path charters
This is it, let's give them sight.
It's time to join the fight
Say goodbye to those soft-voices,
And scream out, make rebellious choices.
We refuse to say good night.
So instead, we fight.


I'm in a rebellious mood. This was most definitely inspired by the beautiful and talented Otep Shamaya. <3