Dead to the World

I am no man’s slave

We are born slaves

This is a choice

 

An owned man sleeps sound

A free man must never sleep again

 

This war started long ago

Pillaging of rights

Facetious freedom

 

Flat line

Insides decay

Growing ever colder

As an inferno rages within

 

Wrenched from the icy love of death

A burst of fury

Freedom at the point of a syringe

 

They want you to bleed

Retribution for the world to see

Punishment for transgressions

Transgressions in the name of humanity

 

Hatred and resentment

Ignorant masses accept

The idiocy

Blind to the heroes

All prophets false

In the new millennia

 

Blood boils

Skin flays

Muscle sloughs off bone

God’s horrible salvation

 

Man is not an animal

Man is not a god

Man is what it makes of itself

Man made itself it’s devil

 

For a man never offered

Freedom

Reprieve

Happiness

Mercy

He offers none in kind

 

That lone man

Who stares at certain death

Fighting the tide of the masses

Choosing his own death

A signal pyre for all to see

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