Daunting State of affairs
Tuesday, May 11, 2010 at 5:53pm ·
Dangerous times we live in, dangerous times….
Creatures lurk among us as they watch us walk amongst them.
They do not need a reason to attack; it is the nature of their pack.
They hunt us like a cat hunts for her rat, filling us with terror and fear.
They whisper sweet nothings in our ear,
visualizing contradictions through the great square sphere.
They feed us fads of blinding truths,
telling us we need their shinny jewels.
Creatures among us betraying us daily, with grime filled pockets, of green inked trees.
Praying for the day they bring us to our knees.
The day we have no moral thought except for the ones we bought.
Praying that we crush all of our dreams and live out of there made up maga-dreams.
Our simulated ignorance feeds their dirty souls with every wrong choice they steal our ambition and fry up our life goals.
The angry militia of pondering jesters, making up the rules that only fester, in the appetite they have for our freedom, our rights to claim this land as ours and to fight the good fight.
Overpowering us, dimming our light they are angry because they cannot turn of the fireflies light.
Watch out theses are dangerous times
and their bark is not worse then their bite.By Me For you
Creatures lurk among us as they watch us walk amongst them.
They do not need a reason to attack; it is the nature of their pack.
They hunt us like a cat hunts for her rat, filling us with terror and fear.
They whisper sweet nothings in our ear,
visualizing contradictions through the great square sphere.
They feed us fads of blinding truths,
telling us we need their shinny jewels.
Creatures among us betraying us daily, with grime filled pockets, of green inked trees.
Praying for the day they bring us to our knees.
The day we have no moral thought except for the ones we bought.
Praying that we crush all of our dreams and live out of there made up maga-dreams.
Our simulated ignorance feeds their dirty souls with every wrong choice they steal our ambition and fry up our life goals.
The angry militia of pondering jesters, making up the rules that only fester, in the appetite they have for our freedom, our rights to claim this land as ours and to fight the good fight.
Overpowering us, dimming our light they are angry because they cannot turn of the fireflies light.
Watch out theses are dangerous times
and their bark is not worse then their bite.
