Illuminate Me
Mass confusion like contusions
and extreme precariousness.
The subconscious submission
of the consciousness.
Like sheep to the slaughter,
bring along your lamb.
Believe in their words,
but do not understand.
The diamonds in their eyes
and the blood on your hands.
We are the crooked pillars
on which they stand.
The cogs in the clock.
A falling grain of sand.
For their perfectly timed
executing master plan.
Get rich or die trying.
We will do the latter.
Live fast and die young
while their pockets get fatter,
but we still buy into
what they have fed.
Not food for thought.
Get brainwashed
or brain dead.
The war is at your door.
Blood is being shed.
We think we’re doing nothing,
but we’re doing what they said.
Like a bullet in the brain
and living with the lead.
The military industry is
inside your head.
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