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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 |