Born of the world of the makeshift mind
Sift for a life through thorn and vine

But it takes more to comprehend
You will end where you began

Soon enough you will understand
You are an ephemeral being

You are the stain of the modern man
You've scortched earth, you stole the land
You are the filth I wash from my hands
Down the drain when the day ends

Words disgorged from your mouth
Exhuming a long inhumated hate
Instilling fear into every single feeble mind
That you could ever reach
What a small seed is sown
For such a bountiful yield you reap
You're lying through your teeth
Rooting the vines of your deceit
We are overtaken by the overgrowth
Fighting shadows to find the light
Words discarded in the night
Carries whispers of salvation
But this is not over yet
While crows gather overhead
You're ignorantly dancing over the flames
That forged a morally corrupted nation

Trading your soul for a throne made of gold
Supplanting your rage to keep the people in fold
I'll be damned to buy another lie that you sold
You regard us as animals, our freedom you withhold
I see a broken man with weight of the world on his shoulders
His back is broken and bending in every which way to hold it over

How can you not see?

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