Lost

Never further than two thousand kilometers 

However, the moons our best friend 

 Orwellian nightmares and Allen’s belts 

 Push the fact and see what melts

 Thousands of dead animals, not one pelt  

To the victor goes the spoils and history 

Further propagate and divide to self thrive 

Another archaic machine longing for power

Old minds have become feeble 

 Their offspring second guesses the future 

 The genitals have been neutered 

 Hurry and worry without direction 

 Facts and intelligence of a useless subject 

 The stew was made from Human Brain

 Look outside your window to find the same 

 A different world you view in fact 

 Another piece of meat for the butchers tract 

You’ll find true reason or you’ll find death 

 A bad decision for a mortals step 

 To forget to love

 And pick up the blade

 Losing yourself 

Along the way