"missapropriated" poems
One step over the line
With nothing left to dissect
You **** our innocent minds-
We the
People
Mindless follows
Divided by invisible hands
Plagued with fear
And
Deceit
To destroy the common man.
The floodgates have opened
We're all going strait
To hell
The floodgates have opened
And there's nothing you can do
To stop it.
Harvest the sheep
Nowhere to roam
Harvest the sheep
Unvail the wolves
Missapropriated minds
Cloth the people in
Blood
Stained
Wool
We've lost our innocence
It's all our fault
With Noone left to blame for our sins
Feast upon
the blood
The blood we spill.
Our only sustenance
Is the addiction of
Addiction of power.
We are going
Strait
To
Hell.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC