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I find the androgynetics of this world amusing,
But all the same it’s still rather confusing.
My heart’s experiencing a kind of oxidation,
While society’s need for love is in inflation.
Everything is just far too pretense.
So you can hide behind your picket fence.
I prefer reality,
Opposed to this awkward duality.
They all chant change,
The other voices don’t reach such a high range.
Am I the only one that finds this silent conformity so strange?
I feel trapped in this land of stereotypes.
Of soon abandoned trends,
And two-faced friends.
I wonder if any of them even know,
Just how easily I can let go...
Some do know,
And the reaction seems to be the same.
Alienation.
See, this is why I have such a deceitful self-contemplation.
Some day we will throw those masks into the fire,
Some day we will show the world.
That in this philosophy of hypocrisy,
The endless symbolism of love's mythology must cease.
Or haven’t you noticed, dear friends,
That enlightened happiness seems to be in a decrease?
The shells are still dropping,
Faces are still sobbing.
Hearts are still stopping,
And the bodies will keep dropping.
Hollywood blockbusters keep flopping,
And the socialite mothers keep shopping.
If you could only see the truth behind my mask,
You would then see where my true loyalties lie.
Every second I am made to stand among any you I wish to weep,
Knowing that every second farther I seep
Into this craven mess you call life.
Now I begin to wonder,
How much the lies and deceit have poisoned me.
Have I just become…
Nothing more than another failed attempt at perfection?
What do our symbols of strength show?
What messages do we send?
To smile, even if you’re unhappy; to just let it go.
To fit in, and mindlessly follow every trend.
Go ahead you fools, drink your self and world-hating ale.
I need no part in your ridiculous dance.
Go ahead, keep trying to erase me.
I am something you will never be able to delete.
I've taken those chains you will never escape,
And I have shattered every last speck of them.
I've noticed something
About the diseased.
They all seem to be stuck on repeat…
“Give up.
Abdicate.
Concede.
Conform...”
Every commercial, and every advertisement…
No…
It’s time for this circus to end.
Let’s count the seconds.
1…
2…
10…
10,000…
Stop viewing the loss of the innocent with indifferent eyes.
Cease the conceding.
Deny conforming.
Listen, and dissect the lies.
Stop this Destructive Standardize.
Realize!
See the freedom that every individual has been denied.
Talk,
To the ones who have defied.
At the core we're all the same,
So yes, curse me.
For I am saying that we are all to blame.
I grasp my pen and thrust it onto the page,
Yes, I have written this in pure outrage.
You pathetic, blind, fearful sheep still ask why
While I keep screaming that it's all a lie.
And why...?
To one day storm the steps where the wicked now reside.
To broadcast everything, uncensored, leaving us nothing to hide.
To see my fellow woman walk the streets; alive.
 Alucarda Incarnate · Fri Dec 12, 2008 @ 10:06am · 0 Comments |
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