Feigned Gates

New rythym and style. Didn't even know I could write like this. God reveals the coolest things.

Trapped behind the frail lines of a society in the midst of a revolution
A mass grabbing a hold of this rebellion like it's saving their lives
The sidelines provide place for pusillanimous safety but not for the surviving cause
You may live or die but the choice is made within the cry of the hurt souls in us all
Death SCREAMS for revival but the white houses and private jets made the oblivious deaf
Restrictions on the victims living in a world we can't yet fix is the bedevil that convicts
Yet so is the double murder in a collision that isn't murder at all when it's a matter of choice
The naïvety to the double-standards that supposedly don't relate
Praised robbery of privacy and money commenced greed that elevated high over time
Blind became the ones attributed to this greatly marred descent
Defined on paper it facades to be the gates of nirvana but like molasses it slowly reveals it's taste of hellfire
But what would I know about hellfire?
Coming from a land that has already made it's taste and is tortured by its outcome
I'll ask you this, is that really how you want to live?