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Latest news shows a trinket of morality, 

Arguments about all ageless asynchronisms,

Quietly growing decades past, lethality,

Wielding corrupted justice to activism,

We need one purpose, one chant,

The old puppet masters need their strings cut,

Or else we lose bright futures to small few,

Working in shadows, but now see their strut,

Come to together and be the potent brew!

Chant, E-O, E-O, End Oligarchy!

E-O, E-O, End Oligarchy!

They hire their scapegoats for us to vote,

Burying the axe, wedge the small disparities,

It should be one goal and that is to demote,

Together in our similarities,

E-O, E-O, End Oligarchy!

A web designed to make you feel righteous,

Fighting with those who are all much the same,

Instead aim above, make them feel anxious,

Know who took your homes, where to place true blame!

E-O, E-O!

E-O, E-O!

End Oligarchy!

See now your fellow broken, battered kin,

Suffering all the same under one mask,

Ignore embarassment, no more chagrin,

Together march as one, for one grand task!

E-O, E-O!

End Oligarchy!

Your arms are burned,

You've touched the sacred life.

You sell and buy, priceless things,

You think you're trader, but you're thief.

You want everyone to believe,

That your money is that good,

That worthy and almighty.

Children see wars and corruption,

Just because of your greediness.

You desecrate untouchable,

You spoil the purest.

You lie and you'll die,

For each sin you've done,

For each life you've taken.

Your mask is growing too heavy

And the day you will fall,

Nobody will throw you a lifeline.

You will choke in your own mud,

Which you thought was a treasure.

You were deceived by yourself,

By your blindness and depravity.

At your funeral there would be tears,

Tears of a happiness, tears of relief...

That day world will be free,

That's why I will fight till I can,

Till I feel freedom running through my vein.

Am i leaning?

This weight on my shoulders....

It is too much to bear.

Am I losing?

This aching battle, It's getting the best of me. 

Am I hurt?

It's hard to tell,

If I'm even okay anymore.

Is it too much to ask?

Ask you to save me.

To lift this burden.

World, I am tired.

Of this black and blue mentality.

fighting, lusting, chaos

Everyday I wake up.

Wake up hoping

pleading

begging,

To sit up straight.

Do not feel sorrow,

Just help me.

electric light in your eyes
vibrant colors blew my mind

the barriers between us wear me thin
like claws in my skin, dug deep in
hiding behind teeth, shielded with a smile
taking my all to breathe
I know i'm stuck here for awhile.

love is like glue
my heart for you
frozen solid in the gap of time
somewhere between the righteous & divine
I fail to reach...
my voice is fading, growing weak
hands are losing grip, holding nothing
you are like a beautiful star in the sky, somewhere up high
lost to my touch
reaching up & getting no where
if I tried to speak would it be too much?

buried in the sand
like every secret
behind a wall
imprisoned inside us

until then i'll wait in this cage
wondering when you will turn the key
when will you set me free..?

trust me when I say it's everlasting..

What if I wasn't like you?

And I was just me, and Myself was true?

And if you did bad would it mean I would too? 

Would it mean if I did it, I'm exactly like you?

Would I be subject to your evil?

Would I be subject to your internal upheaval?

What if I am good in spirit,

And you might just rather not hear it

And if I did bad, does it mean I'm just like you?

Looking for an excuse for the culprit that causes blue?

Decisions left to baseless comparison

Myself gone from me, and origin

She tells me so, I'm just like him and her

Do you see my other qualities as just a blur?

Bring my poison, she admits me to it

Determines me as someone else and then she sits

Then, who am I?

A continuation of your deranged views, someone elses cry?

Tell me, is it ever really "Okay?"

At times I wish I could disappear, away from the day.

Tell me, was it really all a mystery?

Or was I really something plagued by history?

Judge me, try to reason my scars,

Yet, were you there for  my unreasonable wars?

Did you ever set foot in my shoes?

Taken account of what brings the blues?

Tell me, does it really matter?

If I was any more the sadder?

Perhaps it's just my business, only my trouble.

Not another place to intrude into my bubble.

I'll solve my self alone, and myself alone only

Not for you to break my silence, maybe tonight, I'd just like to be lonely.

Blame my shortcomings for my scars if you dare.

For me, it just occurred, the past isn't something I ever chose to wear.

I wake up in my bed

a place where it seems made up my head

A place where I am accepted

and thought was not intercepted

Those who complain and shout are silent

Hesitate and think before breaking violent

and love is returned once more

Without an abrupt end, to come to a slammed door

Where we can all come together

Despite our difference and faulty weather

We can believe

That we don't have to be alone, we can acheive

Without getting attacked, tied down and hit

Forced and not to stand in freedom, but relentlessly sit

Where we can be working as a team

Doesn't this seem like a perfect dream?

Where I sleep, and say it's okay

To those who struggle within the night

To those who hide within the day

But the glass shatters once more

An undesirable light becomes shone

Breaking. Disturbing. Injuring.

My once calm world

My utopia

Is only a shadow

That mourns behind me of society's constant unrest and complain

and leaves my heart shaken and torn, and leaves an unwashable, unforgettable stain.