Moments will pass and still, the future waits.
The past devours the present—ravenous—
We seek the futures you used as mere bait.

"The crime..." our experience will tell us,
"Was believing things would improve—ever—"
Unaware your claims were so spurious.

You let us believe things could get better.
With nothing more than our blind faith to give—
You thought we'd follow your lead forever.

This isn't the life we wanted to live;
To serve your today while you rob us blind…
The cost: our tomorrow—trapped in your sieve.

Your promised outcomes; nothing more than lies
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