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Blind Followers
Land of the free where you can't speak,
Can't wear what you want, or do anything,
Having to follow the heard, the future is bleak,
Just bidding my time, waiting for something,
Day grows more annoyance,
As hate builds up in my heart,
Just wanting some embracement,
The world lacking in art,
The people of the world suppressed by a few,
Disagreements, and arguments of nothing,
Fights and radicals, nothing ever new,
Just longing for something,
Something to end this struggle and fight,
Something to start a new,
Something to come this night,
Something to punish those few,
Alas humanity will never be free,
To do as they please without quarrel,
To even be in love with thee,
The sins of our time too great to barrel,
Our freedoms being stripped away from us,
No choice whether we want them or not,
Yet we still don't make a fuss,
Brain washed by media, believing all we see,
The blind lead the blind this day,
We only hear what they want,
But we accept it without a say,
Our sins of this will come back to haunt.
