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In Min' Tima..(In My Time)
Subliminal minds, stray cats with hats indulged with dogs.
They find themselves execrated by law, becoming a flaw.
Thoughts' are a cliche', repressing them with a clinch.
Wonderer's of a new generation speak out but their voices are
Illicit.
Some eulogize themselves or idols, others are exegetical.
Youth of today, criminals of tomorrow without fear or sorrow.
Where's the act of being gregarious?
Facts are lies, grieving and greeting souls of tender spirits.
Cries of lament are heard through screens, read on paper,
Let's not forget gossip. Justice is their hands, covered with blood.
Suicidal tendencies drowning hope in a flood.
Religions are being filled with legions who exalt evil and Worship sin.
Catholicism; the preachings of the pope.
Like the days of Marxism-Leninism all hope has been abolished.
Christianity has been abused in vain, leaving a Spiritual stain.
Rituals of sacrifice are made within cults. Impetuous acts of hate.
"Requiescat in pace"
This world of fantasia holds beliefs in fallacia',
Constantly doubting reasons and ideas, unaware of their
Negligence. Like pigs in a slaughter house, searching for an exit,
Only to find blades of true justice striking with vengence.
"In my time, you'll find stray cats with hats indulged
With hidious dogs".
"In the latost daeg, an mann willan bringan falsiticare',
praedicare' en precaria'".
