Cycles continue to repeat.
Revolution has become obsolete.
Shut your mouth and accept your place.
Predetermined is your fate.
With a gun to your head and a knife at you back.
No matter what you hope for it’ll turn to ash.
Vitrify me like they did to you.
Disposable no matter who.
Car crash existence put to shame.
Everything leads to more pain.
Infliction has become this eternal state to hold.
Buried under this collapsed house of faded gold.
Seized by afflictions grasp.
Torn from my happiest past.
Ground beneath another armoured boot.
Making positivity utterly moot.
Rewired until despair is how we see every object.
Brainwashed to believe we are subjects.
Hung out to dry.
Washed away in this human tide.
Commodities to be bought and sold.
Then thrown away when we are deemed to old!
Gaze upon this modern era.
Its getting anything but clearer.
Identity is now a crime.
Being unique will see you butchered in a firing line!
Cycles continue to repeat.
Revolution has become obsolete.
Shut your mouth and accept your place.
Predetermined is your fate.
With a gun to your head and a knife at you back.
No matter what you hope for it’ll turn to ash.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 