Through which the forlorn and dying breath of humanity fill our gullet again
barriers of ignorance held steadfast, held coldly to the economical surfeit
the faces fade into a subtle box, where we never sense the true experience
the thought famine corrupts a people into a nationality, the power of pride
honor drown in the blood of billions of people in this great century of war, oppugn...
A sense of control, the ultimate doomed and devastating aspiration
And yet another step closer to the insanity of the divine right to molest as we desire
Coveting the price of life, with your life's meaning found in a serial number
Stagnation, in essence, the reason for all action and reaction, for the indulgences
 _x_-Boba-_x_ · Sat Jun 14, 2008 @ 10:46pm · 1 Comments |
