Would you sever the hand of power that all men long to kiss?
Stand in defiance, bloodied, lip split?

Would you become the pariah to preserve individuality?
When confronted for your beliefs, would you stand tall or buckle beneath conformity?

Would you take aim at the world?

If you missed, would you be remembered?
When they hang you from the rafters, would someone tend the grave candles, keeping your memory lit?

Would you risk everything to uphold theology
or shrug it off, claiming it meant something else entirely?

The sickly sweet air of acceptance is alluring.
Could you resist?