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One is a dipshit

The other a maniac

put them in a room together and what do you get?

Well, you get two idiots fighting like children throwing fits over stupid shit that makes no sense.

How can you blindly follow

As your brain becomes hollow?

One's an empty shell

The other is a monster

Lock them in a room to see who comes out the victor.

Hey, maybe they'll beat the shit out of each other, then we won't have to go through four more years of this shit

How can you blindly follow 

as your brain becomes hollow?

Cast your vote and become part of the problem 

Throw your stones and become just like all of them

Hollowbrain 

One is the devil

The other, the antichrist

Stick them in a room together, see what happens next

You better get out your bibles, get down on your knees, and pray that the end will be over quickly

Cast your vote and become part of the problem 

Throw your stones and become just like all of them

So cast your vote and become part of the problem 

And throw your stones and become just like all of them

Hollowbrain

Like all of them

You're just like all of them

Hollowbrain

Silence swallows screams, unheard, unseen,

Isolation's icy fingers intervene.

Worthless, weightless—a whisper in the wind,

Concern and care consistently rescind.

Learned helplessness lingers, a phantom limb,

Diffusion of responsibility—humanity’s whim.

Each turns away, eyes averted, hands clean,

"Someone else will help," the collective keen.

Trust shattered like shards of brittle glass,

Faith in humanity—a fading, futile farce.

Social supports crumble, connections corrode,

Leaving loneliness to lighten the load.

Voices echo in vacant vestibules,

Pleas for help—perceived as ridicules.

Invisible, invalidated, incessantly ignored,

Self-worth withers, relentlessly deplored.

Hope's horizon blurs, hazy and distant,

As apathy's armor grows more resistant.

In this wasteland of indifference, we wander,

Unseen, unheard—left alone to ponder.

The weight of the world, once shared, now solely borne,

In a society seemingly sworn

To turn blind eyes and deaf ears to pain,

Leaving the vulnerable out in the rain.

Yet still we stand, silent sentinels,

Amidst the chaos of life's cruel carousels.

Unheard, unloved, but unbroken still,

Surviving spite of society's ill will.

Amidst the tempest's rage and lashing sea,

I stand, bound to the mast, chained, but free.

A vessel of dreams, once sturdy and grand,

Now sinks beneath the weight of poverty's hand.

The storm clouds gather, dark and foreboding,

Apathy's embrace, the government's loathing.

Oh, how they revel in our desperate plight,

As we drown in the depths of endless night.

The chains that bind me, etched with sorrow's ink,

A metaphor for the burdens that I think.

Struggling against the tides of destiny,

But my voice, a whisper, lost at sea.

Invisible hands, once held in trust,

Now clenched in fists, the ties of disgust.

The promises broken, illusions shattered,

Leaving wounds that bleed, unhealed, and battered.

Amidst the fields, the forests, and the streams,

Where once I roamed, a child of nature's dreams,

I see a sight that breaks my heart in two,

Abject poverty, homelessness, and hunger too.

The government stands by their eyes don't care,

Inaction and neglect, its cruellest affair,

In the city's alleys and darkened streets,

The homeless suffer, only pain at their feet.

Hunger, pain, and depression take their toll,

On those who cannot flee this endless hole,

And in the night, come whispers of suicide,

To end the pain, they can no longer hide.

And yet they rise each morning, with a will,

To face another day, and all that it will bring,

With a courage born of desperation, so strong,

A strength that nature's children have always known.

So let us not forget the homeless,

The poor and hungry, with pain in their soul,

For in their suffering, we see,

The toll that life can take, on the weakest and the bold.

And let us demand from those in power,

Action, not indifference, to this plight,

For in our collective silence, we see,

The cost of government inaction, day and night.