Oh pain, oh hate, oh strife!
Why must the world suffer you
All morning, all evening, all night?
Darkness has forsaken you humans, and swallowed all of your light.
Yet still you march in line,
Building an empire destined to topple and tumble, distinguishing life.
Your false values have eaten it's way through your flesh and bone.
And still they feast,
Devouring your soul.
You cheer for chaos,
As your ultimate gladiators battle under that glamorous dome.
You worship flesh and lust, fore it is plastered on everything,
everywhere you go.
And your gods poison you,
All for the sake of control.
Oh free land,
You have become new Rome.
Oh goddamn,
Sacrificial lamb.
The battlefield will become your new home.
Souls given freely to the god of money, and hate, and sewn,
To the rope that will pull your civilization to the depths where all corruption and evil is grown.
Oh pain, oh hate, oh strife!
These three things will be the end,
Of all good, all hope, all life.
Location:Poetry
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