Wasting Sickness

Good people have been inspired

To do some awful things

We, as the survivors

Are left with nothing but excuses

 

Just a void in space

We have to call home

Even though this place

Is not entirely our own

 

Hiding between shadows

Like cockroaches 

Licking the boots of the elite

Who scoff and torment us

 

Tired of the tyrants

Who twist and squirm

I’ll put a hammer to the anvil

And watch this world burn

 

We

Can’t

Continue on like this

We

Won’t

Wait around for death

 

We won’t be forgotten by the sun

Who shines it’s light to the dark hallways of my mind

I can see the future

Inside of your eyes

Don’t blink 

Or it’ll all be over

Don’t think

 

Just react or you’ll miss it completely

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Always A Pleasure

to read you. :) slc


 

 

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yup. forgot how much i enjoy your work


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