Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Level




The world is in the corner of a room
Where light tiptoes around with such a fear
That reverence will desecrate the bloom
Of tyranny- the reign's infernal tears

Our freedom is a god in which we trust
Our enemies are devils to our faith
Our faith is a command sent down to us
By men we only hear like heavy wraiths

So soon we'll see a planetary war
Economies will fall beneath the niche
As money burns, the last thing for the poor
To eat will be the filthy fucking rich

And as it is I know I'll eat my portion
To celebrate the earth's greatest abortion

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