the net and hordes

 
you are new to me no matter the length of stay  
come forth from the darkness and announce who you are  
there is a familiararity...a pattern I cannot name  
you leave and erase and come back again  
 
your depths reaches out to me  
 
you think I am to judge?  
 
simply put I was born different  
struggling with terribly crippling anxiety  
alone and heavily medicated  
 
torurtuous lot I've fallen in with  
 
isn't it enough I march?  
 
picking myself up  
when you fail to see  
 
what me in my error to learn as a child  
how to cope with these feelings  
and thoughts that flood me  
 
how to make since of it all  
with peace in my soul I speak plainly  
so you will know I am learning to center  
anger not of this world pounced on me  
when I was young  
 
when the web was forming  
Christiantiy was all I rememembered  
Lucifer had not tumbled from my lips  
sober and doing my best  
 
bruttally attacked with information not of human origin  
not of this realm  
scarred and broken  
rising to shine again  
 
we all have foundations of experience we pull from  
mine is unlike your own  
it is the Lucifer effect  
it is not one being that knocks us all down into the netted abyss  
 
instead, it is a woman speaking her pain to the listening universes  
 
dark matter was the building blocks of all of us  
like art is it easier to be in a herd or horde  
depending what you believe you'll answer  
 
I've had plenty of well meaning people  
with snarling smiles try to correct my process  
where the country fails and the spirits pick at  
and the church has no care but to pick pockets  
to take from the naked and lain bare  
 
evil isn't so obvious as you might think  
it is staring out of your eyes gorging  

stand as naked as I dare you