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The Beast

Our cruel species, man, just sociopaths and politicians I'd like to believe that I can change society I know that I can't though, I can merely go along with it Eventually society will change me, as it does to everyone Desensitized to the violence and greed, society is a beast And morality is its helpless victim, it dies in all of us eventually We are all chewed up only to be spit out, twisted and confused Ideals and morals do not last, only to be replaced Spit out violent and greedy, just another puppet We all become the beast's little puppets eventually No matter how hard we try to fight, it is inevitable The harder you fight the harder you fall, there is no escape The only comfort in this is knowing at the end, we die There is no noble death, just the death of a spineless shameless pawn A pawn is all we are, easily replaced, not to be taking seriously And when we die, the beast will take yet another soul This is societies real face, I have seen it, and I want nothing of it
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Feb 10, 2011
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