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Feb 2016
Maturity breeds contempt
and its aging raises fire
that seethes at the vices and sins
that encompass the world entire

Knowledge does undo the oyster
and shows the pearls of each other's wrongs
morality demands a fervent reaction
and now the globe is in chaos' throngs

And in what results we follow our soul
we find our brethen stuck in a divide
and the only solution within our minds
is the rise of the innocent, those without a side

so now our government becomes birthed with children
those without knowledge, those without power
and eons start, with dull, lazy, inactivity
giving way to the evolution of a warm, gilded, shower

But even the innocent do desire some fun
and the innocent know nothing if wrong nor right
and so down jump the children from their high golden throne
to start a game, some mischief, a trite little fight

And now what has risen is only pure hell
decreed by our lords who we loved and did dote
and while now the rise of the innocent now has true meaning
the chaos returns, and up comes the smoke
Written by
Lucas Mock  Somewhere
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