The back door
Still reluctant to go
The cold wind touching souls
The shivering waves minds cold
The power corrupts the minds
The benefits make them forget
As the dark valley rises within
Praying becomes a hollow exercise
The back door
The wolves snarling high
The majority not in its list
The white flag should fly
Yet the back door
The shame it brings
An honest person will leave
Why wait to be bitten?
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