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THE ALPHA


For a time I desired to lead the pack 
But not after I knew the burden
Not after I learned that I had to stop living for myself
And start living for a vision
A vision that possibly only I  saw
With my eyes open or closed
A vision that made leadership  scary 
One clear picture of a chain binding to the prison of a possible better future
Built on lashes of bitter sacrifices
Pillared by giving away the possibility of pleasure today for the hope of tomorrow
Hope was the thin thread to hold on to
In the abyss of power
An endless pit hidden beneath a thin membrane of grandiosity and glamour
And a dream for a people with many faces
Faces of friendish fiends looking like starving wolves and marauding vampires
The only gift that kept me human and skeptical of my place
It was a time for me to die for the birth of the slfless I 
Who could live for a people, some of who wished to lynch me for a little taste of power
Which they believed was created to quench their lust
What would happen to my vision?
What would happen to my hope?
Were the two questions that tied me to that smouldering altar of sacrifice
Where flames licked life and love away piece by piece
Depleting my emotions eating away my trust
Strengthening my resolve to trust in the little goodness in the world
Purifying my hope to shine like pure gold free of all dross


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