Your tired eyes are starting to fail you
No light follows
On a path of descent
Only fear and consequence
Well, pray that justice finds you first
Dread what I've become
To fulfill the lust of the wretched.
Your only predecessor's shame and the grip of exile tightens.
The shackles of morality dig deep into your wrists
But deeper still into the fabric of humanity.
The problem only lives inside of our minds
When you look at who's talking and what they have said,
Its clear your ideals are the ones that are dead
The mistakes of our former brethren,
No longer human, but stricken from this earth
They have given up on themselves
You cower in fear with your face in your hands.
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- Answers Unquestioned
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