a melting pot brewing up inside of me
welcome to my private diary
a sorry sight to see reminding me of all the pleas
and wants and dreams
that i've lost and that continue to reside in me
defying peace, defining me,
confide a piece of irony
like pirates ride the seven seas
like high tides wreck the castled beach
suicide attempts to mend the wounds that sutures cannot reach
and there is no acknowledgment
for the lack of knowledge meant
to encapsulate and complement
the youth whose futures’ soon descend
demented and twisted
a set of pessimists hidden
behind opportunities failed and optimistic ambitions
they listen for vision while they look around for a sound
and no comfort is found before the light in their life is snuffed out
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Will someone pull the needle off this broken record?
I’m sick of hearing this same old song.
I’m sick of hearing these deadly lyrics.
I’m sick of everybody singing along.
we must speak to the beasts who beat and believe
these tragedies are just symptoms of a phase of a scene
We’ll pull the needle off this broken record
it’s time we played them a brand new song.
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plots against the sovereigns
concocted by the modest,
the ethical, and the honest
in attempts to solve all their problems
the problem is they don’t listen
they’re dodgy and play the victim
Verbally constructing visions
of vicious cynical systems. living in a
post apocalyptic post mortem depression
electing the future villain of dystopian science fiction
convinced that we’re in a prison
we’re told to just get used to it
fighting for the promise of freedom that’s in our theme music
a mantra that we’ve inherited
a slogan that we’ve repeated
a declaration of decadence circumventing defeat and
depletion of our resources is more than we can believe
when torrents of hoarded elites are so visible from our seats
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Will someone pull the needle off this broken record?
I’m sick of hearing this same old song.
I’m sick of hearing these deadly lyrics.
I’m sick of everybody singing along.
we must speak to the beasts who beat and believe
these tragedies are just symptoms of a phase of a scene
We’ll pull the needle off this broken record
it’s time we played them a brand new song.
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if the foundation of beliefs on which you stand is truly blessed and righteous
then touch the ground with your two hands and you’ll find stones are all that’s necessary to defeat goliath
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What’s worse than killing people simply because they are different?
Killing those who are the same because your friends made you afraid.
because your family made you ashamed.
because the world made you.
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AVERT YOUR EYES
THERE IS NO GOOD TO BE FOUND HERE
separate
the fervent hate
from the state
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crucified, double-crossed, scrape remains from the pavement
hatred infected the mad and sick
providing aim for the aimless

mortified at senseless lost, carve their names in the pavement
just because it happened quick
doesn’t mean it was painless.