You sold us out.
You and all your friends,
your buddies who
all agree with you.
You sold us out
to the ones who wanted
to own us.
Now they do.
Because of you.
and everyone like you.
You sold out your children
and your grandchildren
and their children.
And, they'll remember
you for it. Oh, yes they will.
The facts kill the lie.
Now, look at you.
Acting like it isn't there.
Acting like it isn't what
it looks like.
Acting like it wasn't you.
But, it was. And you know
you sold us out.
Sold Out
I lived half my life without you.
I can't believe the feat.
For the peril of the darkness
could have been fatal
without your light so sweet.

Just a sixteen-year old boy
when first I heard your voice.
Herald of approaching ruin,
striking to the heart
you signified the choice.

Though your message direly echoed
defying deafened ears,
my spirit was not dampened.
In fact, it soared;
rising to meet the coming years.

Angelically singing the missive true
as seen from above.
How could we sink to fear
Or fall beneath the sorrow
when it is sung by pure love?
Half Life