Drinking the poison of society,
Politics corrupting the populace.
Trivial matters breaking,
The church begins to choke the souls
Brainwashing the children of our cities
Consenting the reality of society,
Of a church that pulls the trigger,
And a people drinking cyanide,
Separating mind and soul,
Procession of the fates.
Drink, the poison. Pull, the trigger.
Kill, the mind. Drag, the body,
Into the abyss below
Marching the soul to its doom,
Screaming as it falls.
A procession working fine,
People committing suicide
The brain is dying, and the body, decaying.
Consenting the reality of society,
Of a church that pulls the trigger,
And a people drinking cyanide,
Separating mind and soul,
Procession of the fates.
Drinking cyanide,
Distributed by the leaders of society,
The population wears a mask,
And the government leads the body, mind, and soul,
In one massive procession,
Blaming God along the way.
God has failed us,
Pulled the trigger and fired,
As we’re coddling unpatriotic saints,
Who speak voices,
But not their own.
Speaking a false tongue and false truths,
Behind an empty smile.
Following the Gods of a broken society,
Praying to a useless puppet,
Merely a convoluted texture on a broken seam.
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Submission Name: Marching the Mind
