Sleepwalking through our spoon
As evidence of times before
in chapters long forgotten
the reotting tombs of history are written by the victors
empty words are staring back as paragraphs of power leave
no traces of the toiler's fate (just one massacre to many
All glory comes from death
desensitized in unreal fiction forms
our leaders never die
It is written? It is rotten
With decades passing and nothing changing
the hourglass grows empty again
tunnel visions and career clowns
send ivory towers crumbling down
the pulse is fading
the axe is falling
another tragedy unfolds
the moral standard
the status quote
the carcasses of millions left in their wake The paper bound in books that glorify the acts of murderers will burn just
like all empires that have come before 500 years dead.cold and efficient they carry out their planthe youth to the textbook wasteland
as patriots empowered
they coronate themselves
breed us on their lies
and they feed us to the wolves.
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