Death will never discriminate.
Whether you're a sinner or a saint
It takes and it takes and it takes
The only difference, really, is everything else.
Back to the beginning of the story
The saga, the myth, the legend
Our pages are torn and frayed
The book is fragmented as is
Back to before they wanted any excuse to start a war
Back when we knew there was no I in team
We're all in this together
Or, we're supposed to be.
I don't even know why you open this book in the first place.
You don't believe in what you're reading.
It's obvious. You continue to let this happen.
And let me just say, fear mongering is a hell of a legacy to leave behind.
Even worse are when loved ones reclaim it,
Say that it's what makes them good on the inside
Denying the right to exist,
But you can't shit in your own bed and not expect to lie in it;
Motherfuckers, you preach violence!!!
But when someone tries it
Thoughts and prayers and crocodile tears:
That's what you little shits are made of.
Is that why you lick boots enough to scrap the dirt off 'em?
Why you've learned to bark when told?
You'd rather stay nice and fat and ripe for the picketing
Not knowing, or not caring, that you've divided and conquered yourselves.
Sure, play innocent like a naughty puppy when we notice
But all of this disregard that has you enraptured
Hand over heart, it still scars
Or rather captures in hateful tangles
Because it proves that some of us are more equal than others.
Stay comfortably indifferent.
Made into a statistic unless you're allowed your own name.
((Sometimes not even then.))
Convey the double standard and then grey it
The cycle continues either way.
I think I've made my point.
Which is rich because I am bad at words. I'm not clever
And bad faith halfwits are more common than ever
Bad, but maybe they're - we're - drawn that way
Have we been bad all along? Who can say?
(See what I mean about not being clever?)
No, clever is corporations fucking the system
So those corporate drones reap and sow,
They fund and incite and fan the flames
All they intend to buy up
In supply and demand we trust
Keep singing "never again" but make sure it never stops.
I shall from this moment forth obey the delusions
Of this autocracy in all but name
For which we've fallen and we can't get up.
With liberty and justice for profit
I'm just nitpicking low hanging fruit at this point
Because there is no ending.
Just the turning of the page.
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