Smack the television around,
that bitch does nothing but lie,
breeding deceit,
endless bars trying to keep the truth confined.
Smell the bullshit in the air,
blooming on the trees lavender and pink.
The scent of doom,
strangling every chance to climb free,
but we need to push forward,
reach high ground by noon.
Don't give in.
Interchanging false flags,
ascending our misery to the heavens,
little do they know that this day we are the ones who dine victorious!
Do the drugs really dull us down to the point of standing idly by?
Or do they save us from the madness forcing itself upon us?
They will never understand,
this empire is built of sand.
Interchanging minds take control,
thoughts smearing their filthy little hands across our faces,
pushing,
smothering,
forcing us down into submission.
Victory will be ours.
Taste the sweet taste once again.
Like paranoia thinking that their transmissions are just lies wrapped around a subliminal messages red taped and flagged for us to find.
Tides of revolution swell and die,
moving to and fro to the music at hand.
But the mountains we climb just force us to degrade everything we have not,
ashes of the past still burn victory for us.
Oh here it comes once again.
How.
High.
How.
High.
How.
High.
How high will they hang us?
A pulley system of snapping ropes holding up everything that falters.
Force us to degrade,
downsize,
bankrupt.
Is it truly our government who steals from us?
Or is it another lie spun in this ebenflow.
Tangled wires and smoke screen thousand page reports on shit that means nothing.
Just keeping us trapped in greed,
endless gold piss streaming down your flush red cheeks.
Crimson burning deep under the skin,
open up and drown in the bullshit you voted for.
The tides will come bringing victory for us.
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Submission Name: Victory: Edit 1
