A Silent Death for the Raging Stoic

A Silent Death for the Raging Stoic              December 9, 2013

Always seen as a statue, tho' a pillar o' infirmity:

For I am the impotent one, and yet I disagree;

And I am so fucking crazy should I dare to believe.

The raging stoic ne'er mattered one Goddamn day.
The raging stoic shall ne'er oblige to ev'er obey.

And I am the fucking loony tune amid his decay.

Silent I was once, but they were the boot to my floor,

And the world 'round me felt safe for them to adore;

But when I crossed Insanity, t'was they I did abhor.

The raging stoic was the salmon who chose not to fight.

The raging stoic felt fear 'pon ev'ry sight amid each flight.

But I felt obliged to be "mum," to live another night.

Upon the precipice, the dawn o' the New Day,

I seized my rifle, man, for the sun had turn'd gray.

I no longer felt oblig'd, the illegitimate I shan't obey.

I scrape for my daily bread, but they take it away.

They demand'd I must share, 'tis evil to ever win;

To be the swallow and poke out my head, I was in sin:
I say to hell with these mother fucks! I'd do it again!

Till the day Thy Lord's Trumpets blast their sound, 

The tiger shall no longer comply; he shall roar in his pound!

My army of one leads his foot soldiers on the ground!

If I die amid my war, let my ire for them astound!

I'll go to my grave biting my thumb, my spite forever abound.

I am 'neath the iron curtain o' the giants' awesome reach;

To them, life is to enslave all, and yet, this I shall breach.

Call me the ideologue, a cuckoo for the party to teach;

But I will simply defy thee, t'will be hell I shall preach.

But they caught me, for I was but one, and they, infinite,

And placed 'pon trial; the jury to force my final candle's lit.

I was found in contempt spiting them, ne'er would I repent;

And finally the bullet lodged, and I fell, Heaven sent.

The raging stoic fell prey, a victim o' their whims.

The raging stoic shall ne'er again reach past his limbs.

The raging stoic fell dead amid Pater's declaring o' my sins.

In the end, he's silenc'd me, for they achiev'd their ends.

T'was a silent death for the once raging stoic.

His story shall ne'vr be told; t'was a truth too sick.
The raging stoic died amid no acknowledg'd tick...

And my clock had struck midnight at the end of my fight, 

Tho' t'was my last second that I finally bid thee "goodnight."