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The Meek
(c)2000 Wynn Free
God bless the innocent
The naive, the gullible, the meek.
The world is waiting
To rape and plunder them.
Like lambs to the slaughter,
They readily give up
Whatever they have
To the next "kind" person,
The next well spoken,
Sweet talking, manipulative bastard,
Who's learned to cloak his evil intentions
Beneath his seductive persona.
The innocent, the naive, the gullible, the meek
See only the cheese
Until the trap snaps
And they are caught.
And when nothing is left to be taken from them,
They are abandoned and left to bleed.
They are no longer the innocent, the naive,
The gullible, the meek.
They have joined a new club:
The victimized, the embittered, the deeply wounded,
Afraid to trust, afraid to love,
Withdrawing into the agony of their isolation,-
Entering the "dark night" of their soul.
Hopefully they will"
Contemplate their weaknesses
And understand their pain.
If they truly succeed,
They will become members of
Yet a new club:
They will understand discernment and wisdom.
God bless the innocent, the naive, the gullible and the meek.
Perhaps the meek really shall inherit the earth,
But not right now.
Only after they've walked through the fires of hell,
Learned to stand up against the corrupt
And recognize evil for what it is.
Only then shall the earth be theirs.
The irony is that
They are no longer meek
And they no longer want the earth.
They are already moving on to other worlds,
Other dimensions.
But that's ok.
There's a new crop of fresh faced innocents
Ready to take their place.
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