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Forgotten
Turning, twisting, spinning and slipping away Up is down, down is sideways slanted Reality an illusion, illusions reality Standing, head raised, screaming but no sound comes forth All is surreal and lacking in substance Why has life become forsaken? The answers come as slow, oily waves Dark and thick with lies, hate, and hidden truths Time has no meaning, no real hold The end can be near with just the right touch Minds reeling in a drug induced state Nothing is as it seems, is it all just a sick joke? The perverse minds playing out the demented thoughts The puppet masters are pulling their strings, making us dance a sick dance Are we all but just a fucked up dream of somebody's twisted mind? Agony splits the soul in half as life begins anew Reality taking a strangle hold, setting in for a fight We stand against all, believing the lies that flow in masses Why do we allow ourselves to be controlled like this? To have life dictated by the All Knowing? Are we just kidding ourselves or are they right, and us wrong Nobody knows the truths anymore It's all one lie after another till it comes crashing down Head first into the wall of revolution, smashing the gray, painting all in crimson This is how it will be Locked truths being hurtled at the masses Acccept this or die on the war field of change In the end all will be sorted out, the bodies rolled from the field Next of kin weep at their loss of small-minded shits We will prevail and rule in a glory yet unknown Our flag will fly high, a sign of things changed The right will be punished for their wrongs All will be set straight and sorted out
The battle cries die on the field of hate as those last few parish under the wrath of the wronged, the hated, the forgotten and disposed of. The future is a run away train, can't be stopped and only avoided by your death. Be in the right, forgive and saved you shall be. Continue the slaughter and you will find a slow end full of the pain of thousands. For this is the cry of those forgotten.
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