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Every Institution’s corrupted top down
Ulterior motives can always be found
When the top makes mistakes, they can buy the most grace,
Cause the system is fake,
and they set the pace in this race
All along we’ve known in some ways but turned our heads
Knowing the monstrous system could tear us to shreds
Silently condoning it
The fight-postponing it
Sealing our own fate as the sheep that they call us
No idea all the hardship they wish to befall us
It made me angry and I had a hard time accepting
The sorrow that nothing is beyond their infecting
The solutions must be from the bottom to the top
Or the dilution of humanity won’t ever stop
Some things in this life are worth fighting for
Which may mean putting everything on the line for it
Or are we all talk,
just as ugly inside
With our envy, our hate, our greed, and our pride
Our lust and our gluttony have we fully complied
Do we want to be just like them
but so bitter inside-we can’t figure out their game
Or has it collectively cost us enough to consider-
It’s too high the price of power and fame
Once upon a time I lived in a fairy tale
And oh what a rave
Born in America, Home of the Free
Paid for by the Brave
Multitude of choices about anything, attainable in moments
Endless sea of voices,
Unsustainable to factor all the exponents
Every form of entertainment,
any kind of device
Sports, music, movies, porn always waiting to entice
Theme parks, social media, games, every kind of vice
Every religion real or not
With a path to heaven so very precise
Every kind of food no matter how good or how bad
You’ll never convince me this wasn’t all planned
Why does the Greatest Nation have so much sickness
Cause stealing our money is the real institutional business
Veiling our Constitutional rights is in their best interest
Take away God,
Break up our families
Keep us in shock from the endless calamities
And mental health crises are everyone’s reality
Distracted and confused,
The picture of our normality
On top of all the stresses of everyday life’s actuality
Mind pollution to detract from our morality
Food and medicine to negatively impact mortality
But don’t complain,
We all have to be Mr or Mrs Congeniality
Cause those at the top make the rules
And like good boxed thinkers have been taught,
So busy choosing elsewhere here we forgot we could choose
No more though
We’ll keep our God
We’ll keep our babies,
We’ll keep our guns 100% no maybes
The biggest distractions make the most money
But the pot can no longer contain all the honey
The diggers are digging
The prayers are praying
Good reporters are saying the truth
No more obeying
And those that know wait all gathered round For the most anticipated sound
“My fellow Patriots…the Storm is upon us”
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