Poems filled with different words but they feel repetitive
Words filled with different meaning but they feel repetitive
Mind filled with different thoughts but they feel repetitive
Soul filled with different parts but they feel repetitive
State filled with different beliefs but they feel repetitive
Country filled with different people but they feel repetitive
World filled with different walks but they feel repetitive
Time filled with different events but they feel repetitive
History filled with different tragedy's but they feel repetitive
Life filled with different cycles and they feel so repetitive

We write down the sadness in ours souls to cope with the passing
I write my sins I write my hate I write my sadness and its repeating

As a society looking the other way when did this become okay?
I think it was yesterday when we made our way from oversea

Came from the isles where they subjugated the whole world
Hate held in humanity's heart since Carthage evil we hold

I cant see a bright future ahead when our future is in our past
When I see everyone repeat the same mistakes only one thing lasts
The repetition of pain and misery in future, present, and past