Choice

Hello;
a return is made
but I have not changed.
They tell such beautiful lies
and somehow,
there exists a truth.
Ice rains down,
and we explode from the force
of our own rage,
smoldering underground.
I will not go out for hundreds of years to come,
and listen to fragile diamond voices
ripping up the knight.
How dare they stand before us,
claim "blameless"
Degenerate.
You are not a normal person who just got
'caught up it something,'
you had a choice-
you have made it-
now, how you are interpreted is beyond your
own hands.
Welcome to the hands of human kind.
Survival is your motive, goal, buoy.
So hold your head up high,
and smile for the paparazzi.