No Mercy for The Wicked

If only we could mend
If only we could bend
If only

But we
We slaughter
We crush her dreams
And halt her
We create these beams
From which it seems
So high off the ground
But sadly we are bound
To our faults-
Oh those frowns
That judge our own face
Like we dont know our place
A haphazard occult
That will gladly call the blame
On those with small fame
For their ideas were wrong
Their life lived in a fog
Poison in the air
It was just unfair
That they had masks
And we had flasks


Nothing to fill
Because there was no bill
To protect us.

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