Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
to write like this had to sell my soul
deep within the bowels of old.
persecution, they lined us up in rows
a prophesied destiny, the cold future foretold
heat blistering brittle bones
good Samaritans Hurling Jagged Stones
expose us as Monsters eyes black as coal
sickness in the hearts only cured by gold
or so we've been told.
Provoked by the men ill mannered
self centered drinking poison in their manor
Flirting with questions to avoid giving answers
Charismatic monsters stab you in your soul with daggers
flip through the chapters factor out the fractures.
scriptures collapse like drug addict actors.
angry and raging like fusion reactors
this is the begining of cosmic disaster
Master knowledge of the elements
Angels Inquiring about our intelligence
claim to be all knowing claim to be benevolent
saying we're equivalent
what kind of evil do you plan to implement
after treating us like an experiment
never forget what they did like an elephant
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