Blessed are the red pilled

 

May all the  bitter red pills you had to swallow

Nourish and heal the scars from the jagged lies you were sold

 

May all the steely glares that burnt  into your beautiful naked face

Twist into smiles as lost souls find solace in your radiance

 

May all the backs that turned on you in compliant disgust

Become a human shield that protects you from the shrapnel of illusion

 

May all the violent words spat out at your unbridled footsteps

Transmute into worded rhythms that beckon you to dance

 

May the constant taunts at your selfish insanity through not following orders

Become the low hum of gratitude that infuses you with grace

 

May all the weary days and weeks and years of isolation

Bring you to the greatest union with and reverence for yourself

 

May all the roads you had to walk alone and ostracised

Be paved with bricks of the kind of gold that nourishes your soul

 

May all the words of truth you spoke that were silenced

Be sung back to you in a glorious harmonious embrace

 

May all the times you were locked out of life for daring to think

Guide you to find your soul tribe amongst the ashes on the street

 

May all the moments the madness made you want to leave

Strengthen your resolve to create a world worth living in

 

May all the times they threatened and abused and ignored you

Remind you of the incredible strength and resilience you inhabit

 

May all the invasions that told you, you don’t belong here

Guide you to your kindreds who will make this place your home

 

May our divine guidance call our life paths to cross one day

So that I may embrace you and say thank you for staying true

 

Written by Tjoni Johansen.
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