The door is closed, the window broke My eyes looked left and saw naught They looked right and saw a knot In my life, my mind, my soul.
Come to the window to see it all Be it the sun or be it rain that falls A broken tile lies alone in the yard A ray of the sun shines like a shard
I kicked a broken bottle at my feet It screamed in pain that sounded neat It came back to me looking for more I stepped on it and kicked it like before
When will they stop eating our flesh The blood they sucked has long been gone They are few but their might is great The rest of us are nameless drones
The magic they weave is meant to deceive Drones like us are made to believe Their lies are true and the truth is a lie Toothless drones are happy to live and die.
Will the day of reckoning ever come to pass Will they ever pay for preying on the weak Is there really a God and heaven and hell Or are they inventions to oppress the meek?
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