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What would our past kings say?
If they saw us now, how we turned out.
Sacrifice is worthless now, we've all been betrayed.
Everyone, without a doubt.
They want us to keep living in fear.
Pumping uncertainties into our veins.
Unable to comprehend the truth here.
Helpless to use our brains.
Polluting our very future.
They get horny by imitating God.
Covering up, and killing our own kind, while keeping the same composure.
The new regime is just the start, no one finds this odd?
How many ounces of blood must they spill.
Countless souls have been condemned.
What are they trying to fulfill?
A painted portrait of lives abandoned.
Well maybe...certainly. We put to much trust in them.
Don't turn and run, stand your ground.
Their satisfaction will only condemn.
The pride we once had, can be found.
Bow down, we are the anti-resistance
Prepare to dig your own grave.
We are no longer slaves to your existence.
Never again will we be a slave.
Restless until the entire human race is beneath their heel.
My brothers we can survive.
They are only surveying us to close the deal.
I strive to exist, to stay alive.
i'm sure none of you knew I wrote poetry.
I wanted to write about something..and after about 8 months of not writing..I finally got one out..and it's my favorites.
Anyway, I wanted to share it with you all, and I hope everyone likes it...if anyone wants, I can explain what I meant with by some things..
If they saw us now, how we turned out.
Sacrifice is worthless now, we've all been betrayed.
Everyone, without a doubt.
They want us to keep living in fear.
Pumping uncertainties into our veins.
Unable to comprehend the truth here.
Helpless to use our brains.
Polluting our very future.
They get horny by imitating God.
Covering up, and killing our own kind, while keeping the same composure.
The new regime is just the start, no one finds this odd?
How many ounces of blood must they spill.
Countless souls have been condemned.
What are they trying to fulfill?
A painted portrait of lives abandoned.
Well maybe...certainly. We put to much trust in them.
Don't turn and run, stand your ground.
Their satisfaction will only condemn.
The pride we once had, can be found.
Bow down, we are the anti-resistance
Prepare to dig your own grave.
We are no longer slaves to your existence.
Never again will we be a slave.
Restless until the entire human race is beneath their heel.
My brothers we can survive.
They are only surveying us to close the deal.
I strive to exist, to stay alive.
i'm sure none of you knew I wrote poetry.
I wanted to write about something..and after about 8 months of not writing..I finally got one out..and it's my favorites.
Anyway, I wanted to share it with you all, and I hope everyone likes it...if anyone wants, I can explain what I meant with by some things..