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The future is unwritten
So you would do your best to pray for hope
The future is so uncertain
As you dangle on life’s unsteady rope

And so

Will it be the preponderance
To accept the stricture
The indoctrination of all your answers
To the future

Stereotyped and moulded
Into the collected feculence
Of a billion likewise repeat performance
In the pathological psychosis of generations

Enslaved
By easy answers

The future is unwritten
So they tell you
And every flourishing ambition of the children
Is exactly the same as their parents

Appease the agony of your soul
With entertainment
Dig deep the gratifying
So the unrelenting despondency can seem more distant

But you know
The future is already written

It will prove itself by its perpetuated sameness
In trades days
And bought off conscience
So you would do your best to pray for hope

Sleep well while you lay in the trap
And pointless purpose
In continued enslavement
To
Somebody else’s
Wealth