Doubt (8/05/2014)

I mistrust them all
Slaves in a free world,
Going, going, going,
The belief of lies
Chained in hypocracy, never
Knowing, knowing, knowing,
The truth is spoken,
It is heard because it os loud,
Yet its voice is lost,
Lost in the crowd,
Babbling, babbling, babbling,
The sun even tries to escape,
Everyday,
But the,
Spinning, spinning, spinning,
Forces it to stay,
I hope it rises to greet me,
Another day, dragged here seemingly from another land,
I am a wood nymph,
I must take a stand,
Trudging through the disturbed,
Babylon.