The Throne's on Fire

Okay so you've got some beef with me it seems.

Well, get to it-

Stop wasting all of our time so you can give me those

words that I can punch out of your mouth for real this time.

Well...

Not punch because

Then I'd be just like you.

Controlling with force, manipulating circumstances so we have

NO options.

But do you want to know something---

just one thing?

ONE thing that you can keep in mind when you try to destroy innocent lives?

The thing is you're only hurting those who are against you. 

Not getting vaccines wasn't a problem for those who sought that path.

But you hate US; while preaching for the USA. 

You hate the fluids pumping through our veins and placed a facade onto your wrinkled beliefs that we have to be the same as you.

Vaccines are not contagious, 

You don't care about US-

Why start now?

You only care for those who look starry eyed at your throne,

But act like your god's reenactment in your own bible you started when people said no.

I'm not even religious! 

So give me the needle-

Give me my chance!

I'm not taking away anyone else's-

So you don't get to advance into my world.

There's a reason I wear headphones when your prickly voice comes around.

There's a reason I take a nap when a news article shows your face.

There's a reason I just want to live; and I don't care about autistic claims.

Even if they were true,

I would still take the chance.

The only thing I don't want is to be like you.

Posted in response to the challenge America's Health.

Nola_hall

WA

13 years old

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