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Today I have the grimmest of news,
the death of the world's concience, the holy muse.
The greedy and souless will wage war for filth,
And the rich trick the poor, for there is nothing to lose.
Well, will the world stop spinning, will the sun not rise?
Is there no life left within your hollow eyes?
Blood begins to boil, the young will hide amongst the dead.
This ship is sinking, sir, I've felt it capsize.
I'll awake now, as it was but a dream,
Or a metaphor for all things unseen.
War spreads like a plague upon the modern world,
And greed and filth sweeps that lands that were once clean.
Can't you see, with those "eyes" that you are being mislead,
Into accepting mediocracy of all things pointless, and dead.
A media-based jail for the mind, brainwashed, diseased,
With this you follow every word that is said.
Fear, fear, fear, fear, fear. That is all you will be taught, and in the end, you will be numb.
- by End~Moraine |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/27/2008 |
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- Title: The Living Martyr II
- Artist: End~Moraine
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Description:
Another part of The Living Martyr. I really someone would read my works and at least leave a comment, but...no one ever does.
Surprise me? - Date: 11/27/2008
- Tags: living martyr
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Xdracul_lilitheX - 08/03/2009
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I really dig it,
it flows easy enough that you can really feel each line,
but not TOO much that you can't focus on its core, and everything it is trying to say. yeah, you deserve more comments than these two, but i completely understand. no comments on my posts either :/ - Report As Spam
- Machin Shin 5239 - 11/28/2008
- It's deep. Pretty good. But in the first line: did you mean grimmest of news? Because you put: grimmest or news. And that doesn't make sense.
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