Souls For Sale
The world isn't gentle
It can be callous and cold
Dangling hope in front of you
While swiping the wallet
From your back pocket
We're supposed to have a chance
But the average layman
Will never see their efforts bear fruit
Life tears at our flesh
It batters us and slowly deforms us
Turns us into ghosts
Sucking the life
From the newer generations
Simply to survive
Because we're offered precious little time
And second chances are scant
So we make do with what we have
And hope
That what we have is good enough
To let us endure
While Death steals our life away
People steal our pride away
And the government steals our liberty away
We're just the ants
Marching beneath the eyes
Of grasshoppers
We're just the cattle
Herded and slaughtered
So the rich
Can get richer
The world isn't gentle
It can be callous and cold
Dangling salvation in front of you
Simply
To damn you for eternity
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2014
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