waiting in a hole
dark, yet earthy warm
uncomfortably
resting in spate
yet the kids will play
unaware of what's to come
the dragon breaths fire
skin-crackling fun
the beast will swallow whole
our so-called promised god-given freedom
to categorize us into mortar boxes
and moving steel chasis
the norm is this
the norm is that
from our earliest days
brainwashed children of men
there is a way
there is a path
it's hard work
but better than what we have
shackled men in a prison state
slowly tiring the spirit
no glory for the guts
think tanks controlling our wants
sweet sweet smell
freshly cut grass
the sweat on your loved ones neck
their still wet hair
brings you from despair
the world continues it's poisoned attack
but will never hold me back
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