It Is Written

Deception injected streets filled with trash.
Too much noise that drowns out the crash.
Another life sold for evil to thrive.
When will our saviour rise?

Never.
For we’ve been deserted for our hubris.
Pinned limbs as if we’re a bug.
Ruling done by a thug.
Hope for respect is long past sold.
This place is icy and its resources are…
Stripped!

Judgement rendered don’t expect it to be fair.
Mulling over our failures with a fistful of salt.
Biting down on our tongues so they don’t revolt.
This is the hell that we’ve fashioned.

Zero to below in the blink of an eye.
Stitched up and swearing that we will soon slide.
Into an abyss that we dug in fear.
Sycophantic psychosis as we grin ear to ear.

Blinded.
We refuse to accept that which is clear.
That we created our own cage.
Lined it with gold as we sold ourselves as slaves.
Tore at our hearts with hooks made of rust.
A long kiss goodbye won’t change any of this.