In ways to men
we lay to waste
Can she save us all
w/ambition that starves
Great eye that bleeds
w/fire
The flux of pain
is too sharp to hold
The touch of art
raped w/plastic stain
All our souls are collected
then syndicated in shame
It's a vision of the wanted
and slow fear comes at night
Your killers are hero's
their shadows in play,
and their victims equal
To die in it's wrath
w/this heavenly waxwork
Unseen like it's freedom
all puppets w/dead strings
Praying for something
Praying for nothing
And, praying is praying
Government Propaganda
land of the free
wenelson2007
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