We must reclaim our world
The message
Sent by god through the messenger
The savior, the martyr, the one
The teachings of the prophet
Were that I should never lie
I am called to speak truth
So here is my truth
This world is broken and we
Are far from the chosen
This will be
The final generation of free men
Our flesh dried in the sun
Our living bleed is turned dust
Clay that remains without breath
We never dreamed, never lived
The machine has secrets
We could never hope to keep
A being so abscessed
Purulent and ill addressed
Without an escape we are insects
With no future
We are victims of incest from the world
Where we serve as furniture
For the wealthy, for the powerful
For those who seek control
For those who feed upon our souls
If we don't leave, we will face doom
There are those made to be in chains
Until they flee
With death release, a great relief
And those who cannot escape
Remain
In their blessed servitude
They never see a need
For freedom, we run
It demands a will, a need to think
Those who prefer their chains,
Will never rise from the dust
That is their attitude
They prefer to die
On their knees
Rather than taste
Freedom
