Critical Conditions
The sun goes down,
Fear-stricken towns.
Night-crawlers come out
So quick... No time to shout.
In a world where evil is allowed,
The good die young & the bad stay proud.
The heroes unsung,
Know that it has just begun.
The world is in pain...who do you blame?
You're the only one having fun.
Go ahead & point the gun,
Simple orders given to the dumb.
We're corpse-hoarders believing
In the illusion of borders...
Years getting shorter
Delusions contort her
Lady Liberty forced to undress
As we look away, in order to digress
From the bull**** they call "progress"
And still have the audacity to say they're honest.
Don't kick the hornet's nest
& expect not to be stung
It's best to realize
This jury is hung...
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