IdiocracyA Poem by Vicarious Fieldogi made up a word and gave it a meaning.. its almost hidden..
Masks of saviours
Hide their faces Death is the flavour On which they feed As we all take a look At what they have done Flooded with lies and betrayal The promises they make gone Always setting us up just to fail Jesters in ties Telling their lies Spewing their filth Into your lives Best for you Return to your homes To get the best view of the slaughter Aromas of deceits Fill the empty streets As the people they save Hide away from the pain. Blood in their beds Cold on the floor Taking whenever they want Takes more than a fool to see the flaw Kings in their worksuits the bottom take what they get Only the wind in their hair, The blood in their veins Tells them the truth that they arent dead yet Oppresed are their souls Their hearts and their lives Spark becomes flame, Flame to inferno Burning destroying All that its known Bring me inferno Flames of destruction In return, bring me salvation Morons, idiots and fools alike Will never take up arms And will never fight So who truly are the fools In anarchy and fire desperate fools.. desperate fools Desperate fools of the idiocracy.. © 2011 Vicarious FieldogAuthor's Note
|
Stats
105 Views
Added on October 3, 2011 Last Updated on October 3, 2011 Author
|