An insane asylum full of sane people purposely misunderstood by the insane themselves
They’ll create their power and leave us peasants to pitifully figure it all out
They’ll make us feel crazy for questioning them
Because if they don’t we can take back the power they stole
They were supposed to work for us after all
Instead we suffer their consequences
Drugs, alcohol, suicide with no prevention
They deem us the burden, but as we keep on learning
And healing the scars they left deep in our wrists will disappear with meaning
Cigarette burns
Our bodies have earned a revolution that should have already happened
There is more of us
Viles of blood
Proving we’re alive and still breathe with passion
Sick to our stomachs as we read the headlines
Do more research just to find
It’s worse than our spiraled minds can align
It’s time.
They caused harm, we’ll cause more
There’s a plethora of us
Fear will reach them with scorn
but they can’t run from us anymore
They have aching legs from years of creating torture
Senial slugs, what are we scared for?
Our home in the streets
Won’t fill with elites
Because they’ll hide in their bunkers
Not claiming defeat
We must reach them
Before they kill us
Stop birthing a population that they’ll just eat up
We have enough
We are enough
Within these jail like walls
Our mental insanity will bear it’s arms
They spawned their own enemy
With us they’ll tend no treaty
War isn’t only meant for the greedy
Peace will be served
Are you ready?
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Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 30 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and music.
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