They Are Out There Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They are out there,
With a stinging to be done.
Oh yes they're out there,
And in the lives of everyone.
They are out there,
With a mission to complete...
Ending sanity to bleed.

They are out there,
With a stinging to be done.
Oh yes they're out there,
And in the lives of everyone.
They are out there,
With a mission to complete...
Ending sanity to bleed,
And freely on the streets.

Politicking demons on a mission,
To lay their wicked ways...
Displayed in every place.

Politicking demons on a mission,
To lay their wicked ways...
Displayed in every place.

They are out there,
With a stinging to be done.
Oh yes they're out there,
And in the lives of everyone.
They are out there,
With a mission to complete...
Ending sanity to bleed,
And freely on the streets.

Petitioning their righteousness.
Conditioned to a mission.
To pick and choose with wholesomeness,
Those who've been positioned...
To accept beliefs,
Outdated but they keep...
Feeding on them.

Petitioning their righteousness.
Conditioned to a mission.
To pick and choose with wholesomeness,
Those who've been positioned...
To accept beliefs,
Outdated but they keep...
Feeding on them.

They are out there,
Feeding false beliefs.
Everybody's convinced,
To keep them perceived.
They are out there,
With a mission to complete...
Ending sanity for all,
To bleed on the streets.

They are out there,
Feeding false beliefs.
They are out there,
With a mission to complete...
Ending sanity for all,
To bleed on the streets.

There are out there,
To leave a consciousness perceived...
Left to bleed on the streets.

They are out there,
To leave a sanity behind...
And,
Consciously.