Is it all but a tangled mess
Something simply for us to weave
Or perhaps to get caught up in the weavings of others
All done in attempts to blind and deceive
And where are all the heroes now
That the world is sorely in such a need
Watching the world burn from afar
Unwilling to do more than let it bleed
For it's all about just two little things
Life is simpler than people think
The simplicity of it all is where they deceive
As the falsely propped heroes bring it to the brink
It's not the weavers who will save the day
Not that they ever have done such good
They're the ones taking full advantage
Terrifying you all in your failed neighborhood
They destroyed the idea that brought you together
Fearing the rise of true communities' power
Keeping the wedge between the masses
As all their followers continue to sour
The world is in ashes
And the destroyers given passes
With none to rise against them
They continue to grow their fat asses
And the real problems continue
Like an endlessly bad soap
They continue to beat you
Because without each other, you're all a dope
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.