witch hunt

The night is black
Without a moon
The air is thick and still
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torch lit hill

Features distorted in the flickering light
The faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill

They say there are strangers who threaten us
In our immigrants and infidels
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves
That those who know what’s best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves

Quick to judge
Quick to anger
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand…

Rush – Witch Hunt


among the many things that annoy me, two are by far the most irritating ones:

  1. people who really believe they know how i think, as if they’ve mapped me completely
  2. people who distort the meaning of some situations, placing what was said in contexts where they really don’t belong to.

then what i have to say is: if you really have the faintest idea of how wearing my shoes is, then rise and save me from myself.

otherwise, please, please: STFU.

About rennrad

It's all about two wheels, being them bicycles or motorcycles.
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