Heads will roll
When the beast takes flight
It’s wings are blacker
Than the dark of night

The moon grows bright
On the fall of night
It’s feathers shall pierce
The dawn of light

(This is a reverse poem)

We are lost
Our generation can no longer say
“Hope lives on”
This might be difficult to take in but
Your path has been laid out for you
It is foolish to say
“We are the writers of our own lives”
It is a standing fact that
The human soul is nothing but a machine that submits to order
It is a sin to believe
“The life we are given has a purpose”
Old
Will tell the
Young
A label defines who you are
It is foolish to declare
Dreams are forged to be fulfilled
This is a reality where
We can no longer have the life we desire
It is absurd to believe
In this world, you call home
Your Destiny is yours to control
Accept that
This world provides all but choice
You'd be deceiving yourself if you believed
“Go ahead and forge your own destiny”
The past has taught you to
“Submit to the future we are given”
You are only betraying your thoughts when you say
“There is a choice in our life”
Doubt that
It is foolish to
Choose your own path
Unless you decide to turn back