The fire, it burnt so bright;
In the souls of their eyes last night.
Indeterminable of what might come.
Unable to turn and run.
What a time we live in.
When we’re punished for each and every sin.
When the oppression is so brutally blatant.
Even with something such a simple statement.
Is this what it’s come to?
With hoops and hoops to jump through.
So, what might the future hold?
From here, it seems mightily cold.
We’re all human; how is this subjective?
And yet causing pain is a persons prime directive.
The pure insatiability.
The ruthfulness they attribute to their so-called nobility.
People, they cry and cry;
But others don’t find it in themselves to even sigh.
A new world so thoughtless and inferior.
Giving in to pure neglegent imperium
And this is what we must come to bear.
Rationality as thin as a strand of hair.
A life built on futile lies.
Seen by far, far too few eyes.