One machine to ruin the world
Shelters that judge those that they house
Rules to create barriers at each and every turn
Staff that don’t realize who are really the clowns
A system sold as support; truly for souls to burn
Rehab centers conveniently placed
At the red lines classes chose for race
The downtrodden are the first to awake
The rich only there from strife that they chased
Organizations built to refuse rightful entry
Individuals with rights injured and addicted
Those said to help are actually the sentries
That guard awoken souls with the pain they’ve inflicted
Judgement cast on those with the gall to attempt it
The ones chosen to make it are often resented
A path so different it makes priors conflicted
When one has chosen that there’s no need to be constricted
Testing meant for most is simply annoying for some
It’s ducking insulting to deal with for one
Lessons already learned deemed needed however dumb
Without realizing that one’s already won
Boosting egos while terrorizing in reality
Slamming decisions made in neutrality
Living in truth presented as a malady
While treating pain and strife as the poor art gallery
Playing with lives for the sake of a narrative
A dastardly lie that generations have inherited
A place out of time, space, and true merit is
A place built and maintained by the earth’s true heretics
Opiate for the masses; Marx’s take on religion
Realizing you’ve been watched and understand the pigeons
Abilities hidden by acts unforgiven
The only way when drugs don’t stop it is to build bigger prisons













































































