America, the BaneA Poem by Quentin MoyerThis is basically an edit from a classic poem I wrote entitled "Descending America" which can be found on here as well. Hope you enjoy!We’re digging our way to Hell, Our submissive souls we sell. We swallow the black pill, Our forsaken fetus we kill. Kids hanging themselves from a rope, Minds altered with bountiful dope. Kids with scars that cover their arm, Nightly active in their loathsome harm. Everything we hear is true, Everyone wants to be just like you. We reenact what we see on TV, Waking from a coma with an IV. Making people forever silent, Acquiescing to the violent. © 2014 Quentin MoyerAuthor's Note
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