Clopen society
To clear my chest as it were
“If something cannot be seen
It cannot exist”
So people must be killed
To get the manipulatable gist
Of what may or may not happen
Behind the bound and sealed doors
Tortured and twisted truth
Like a lily amongst the moors
Is the truth any better
than what we know now?
“Two pills to take”
That of yours or that of the sow
Farrowed no doubt
Giving ourselves unto ourselves
But who is the father?
Non less than our own
Committed the act of the farmer
Fed pig and sowed seed
“Everything we need!”
But we know not the life
Of jollity and good deed.
Incestial backwash
Herald the quash
(and the lesser)
In simultaneous magnitude
“Good day to you sir”*
“ yeah, fuck off dude”*
Equal in naïvety
But hold different standards*
March amongst themselves
Conflict with a duality-less tangent
Murder and war
Chaos and structure
They must coexist
To condone meaningful slaughter
Like drinking heavy water
Or eating polonium bread
Suicide, i don’t condone
But are we better off dead?
Mortals, obstacles
Pawns of the rich
Capitalism, comunism
A gash relieved of stitch
“Our way is better;”
“Your way is worse”
I may only be 14
But i am not blind to the curse.
(2013)
The sow is the government; it has given birth to all we know and therefore, given birth to us
*Contrast of the upper class (first guy to talk) and the lower class (second guy to talk)
*Standard as in flag; not morals
Sorry if there's any spelling mistakes, not too good at spelling
