The Bubblers

Do you think you’re safe, in your little bubble?

Surrounded by your friends and the people who agree?

Chastising those who are different, causing trouble?

One of these days, they’re no longer going to flee.

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You think it’s all fun and games, an imaginary playground,

Where you get to express yourself and find like minded people.

But the reality is, it’s your own little hell; it will only keep you down,

And the people you surround yourself with, will make you feeble.

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The outcasts will break apart the system from within,

And of its creation, it’s no one’s fault but your very own.

You have manifested the means for this Hellscape to begin.

Of your work, there will remain nothing, not even bleached bones.

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And those who you debased, will stare you down and look you in your face;

Their eyes will signal a fire of might, honor, disdain, righteousness, and clarity.

They will move with ferocity, and an abhorrence towards you, at immense haste,

And in those last moments, you shall ask, “Why”: your Proud Insularity.

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