lost hope.
Todays generations
Tears of lost hope,
Thoughts skull cannot store,
Visions prophets find to be sour.
Visions rapped in the pages of revelations,
What I see is merely an end.
An end of my generation.
They clain to be free,
yet their freedom falls on the blind spot of a human’s eyes.
Hold no future only predictable lies,
We blunt what’s ment for our mind and end in the skies.
Wear our costumes to swim in a pool of confusion,
We all know our only life guard as the Man above,
Yet when we drown we don’t want to scream “help”
We don’t seek our identity in prophesy of the generation that kissed mother earth before us.
How can we call it free when we imprisoned in the devil’s hands?
(2013)
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