Revolt
Being lead to our deaths
By indoctrinated heads
Being taught to live
Only expecting the end
Being ruled by the people
Who don't expect us to think
We all rise and demand
Another fucking end..
Being held in tight chains
Not to realize the facts
Being stopped before birth
In an eternal state
Being smashed and destroyed
By ideas heavy and held
Inert in your fucking world
Let Us live and rot
Like we fucking want.
Being told we are made
Not born in a cage
Being killed by your laws
That you expect us to believe
Being placed where you want
Not where we want us to live
Being called as you wish
WE DEMAND A change
Or in death we'll believe
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Prevăd o evoluţie promiţătoare a blogului tău, Silviu! :)
Mesajul anarhist din poezie se îndreaptă împotriva cui? A sistemului? A extratereştrilor? A lui Dumnezeu? Opţiunea pentru moarte mi se pare însă o inopţiune, câtă vreme toţi ajungem să o gustăm până la urmă (sau ea să ne guste :). Vreau nume şi destinaţii pentru revolta asta, altfel ajung să te suspectez că eşti simpatizant al teoriilor conspiraţioniste.
P.S: Good luck!
"Being ruled by the people..." - asta mă lămureşte întrucâtva
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