2012


I wish to break free of this dark awful place
Every second I've wasted with tears on my face
I feel such sorrow and remorse for all those in denial
But with all things putrid I've found, I can taste only bile
These obscenities have become all too common and norm
For the masses, the cattle, chewing their cud and their corn
They sit and do nothing, swallowing so many lies
Overlooking the truth that is right before their eyes
At least, for me, I know it will come as no surprise
When they round up the herds for the slaughter, and bring on their demise

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