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The skeptics love

Frost in the heir
The cost of the crown
Being lost isn't fair
Tossed right on down ...

Are you willing to pay in blood, my dear?
Have you counted the cost of this crime?
Are you willing to let yourself live in fear?
Or will you take what is rightfully thine?

A kingdom of fear
A king of his own
No one comes near
Nor bows before the throne.

A criminal child
Lost in this place
Alone and mild
Yet caught in a chase.

His crime I condone
The plan I doth make
For his crime is mine own
And I will partake.

Unstable, enabled
Crying those tears
labeled, fabled
Lost in those years.

Are you willing to pay in blood, my king?
Have you counted the cost of this crime?
Are you willing to let yourself do this thing?
And harm this poor child another time?

A kingdom of fear
A king of his own
Oh, come my dear
He'll soon lose his throne.

Fairy tales, fables
A self appointed king
Let us turn the tables
On this unsuspecting thing.

We can not say 'I am the victim, therefor I shall do not.' 
Just because we are but scared of what's to come
Instead say, 'I am victor for what I have wrought!'
And leave your jailer feeling immensely dumb.

So, my dear child, so cold and so frail
So lost in this world, full of flashing lights
Take heed, take courage and remove the veil
Do not fear what's to come, as you fear the nights.

Pull back the curtain to reveal the trick
Hide not your face, nor your fear
Instead, with bravery, take the candlestick
And shine a light on the lies, my dear.

For a crime is thought up by one higher than thou
But, pray tell, who appointed him this privilege?
Who gave him the right to say what we allow?
Who doth say his decision is not sacrilege?

For why is one's word seen as better than thine?
And, placing his judgement, what if we doth not agree?
Why can't I say 'you're pardoned, freed!' with mine
And his word be found as nothing, in respect to thee?

For is it truly fair that they make decisions on what we can and cants' do?
Why can't I step up and say, 'your word is but word, such as mine, such as thine.'
And break down their dumb, ever changing rules? Why cants' I break through?
I know this is society, the way that it's built, but who didst' make it's design?

These words from mine mouth have been seen as heresy
So hath I been cast from mine own gilded home
Labeled unfit, unwell, no longer a clerisy
For knowledge is but lies, if outside of their dome.

Now, take heed my little one and listen close to my words
Never go with the crowd just because it's preferred
For they hath been like sheep for centuries, stupid herds
Following blindly into pits, but you must fly like a bird.

For you doth know I am a skeptic
Reserved in my trust
Pulling apart every brick
And questioning the dust.

So too should you question their every breath
Watch them close, my dear, and never blink
Always taking care, up until your very death
For they will, in a second, push you off the brink.

So, forgive me now, if I speak too plain
But I've loved you for a thousand years
And your life is not to be lived in vain
So I shall protect you, through a thousand fears.

And I know, 'tis true, they will damn you and your crime
But please, my dear, do not fear, for I will take the blame
And, standing in the gallows, I will remember every time
You smiled my way and made me say, "Your praise I will proclaim."

So do not fear, I'll hold you near, even if this one last time
And I will kiss your cold skin, breathe in the frost
Then, marching to the gallows for this crime
I will, for you, pay this bloody cost. 

For on this day a skeptic has found love
And on this day I will stand, taking the blame
For all my pessimism leaves as I stare above
Realizing I'll never be skeptical of thy name ...

Edited by ItsSammy
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