Wicked.

It’s not that deep, it’s deeper. The world stands stronger yet, grows weaker. United they stand, united we fall. The quake has shaken but, the sprit never broken. They can not ridicule, what is not revealed to them. Chose to travel a path with many markings, sold your essence to the demons lurking, in the position of conformity. Faceless in a crowd of many, voiceless in a song of shame, time will divide the gifted from the wicked.


EDIT: My sister thinks this piece of writing is dark. In a way it could be considered dark but, the piece itself is about, being different and not going with the "crowd". The world growing stronger is referring to technology and knowledge. Growing weaker represents the economy, natural disasters, global warming. The "demons" represent people who are all alike. Being voiceless in a song of shame is meaning, you are singing the same song everyone else is simply because you are told to. The gifted are the ones who make their own decisions, are true to themselves. The wicked are the ones who go along with what they are told to do, what "everyone" thinks is the "right" way.

Just thought I would clear it up. haha