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Some poems from my site.
« on: May 18, 2006, 02:21:58 PM »
I always post my poems on Mak. his forum but I thought that I should also share some of them with you guys. Their about society. Hope you like them.

Society
Blindfolded, obedient, always working, not knowing how to rest.
Obedient, like slaves, never putting your masters promises on the test.
Testing, their hollow promises, of wealth and fame.
Promises, that all look alike and are basically the same.

We are ants, nothing more then part of a machine.
Being the supreme evolution, there’s nothing for us that can redeem.
Redeeming us, opening our shackles so we can flee.
Fleeing away from the machine, finally being free.

A world of greed.
Knowing I am different, living in a world of greed.
Unlike the others, I know what I really need.
Wealth,fame and status, the things that tear us apart.
They try to achieve it, by stabbing others in the heart.

I loathe them, the mindless crowd.
Backstabbing eachother if possible without a doubt.
They are emotionless, trying to hide themselves behind a mask.
And keep smiling, no matter what I ask.

Is humanity just like that? Backstabbers that cause pain and fear?
Destroying everything in this world that comes near.
They know it, yet they keep on acting like that.
Feasting on the pain and suffering of others like a filthy rat.

Beware my friend. this world is dark and cold.
Full of vermin like them, being young and old.
You will learn all of this my friend, while losing your faith.
You will see it. . .when it's to late.

Rotten till the core.
Standing alone, in a world that is dark and cold.
I open my eyes, so the truth is unfold.
Seeing society like it really is, dark and rotten to the core.
Watching how people backstab for wealth and fame, because they want more.

It’s eating them, from the inside, corrupting, driving them insane.
Society tells them to feast on each other, telling they need more fame.
Fame, why? why do they want to be so important for the machine?
Is it the hollow promises of society that keeps them keen?

Keen, to gain more wealth and fame.
Keen, so they all end up the same.
Shackled and blind, stabbing each other with knives.
And all I can do is watch, how they waste their pitiful lives.

Time and empty promises
Sitting on my chair, bored, watching as time passes by,
Looking at my teacher, hearing him tell us lie after lie.
Promising allot of money, wealth and fame.
Is it not obvious that he promises us all the same?

As time passes by slowly, and the lies increase in size.
I turn away my attention, not listening to the lies.
Lies, all of them, we won’t be special in life.
Life, to really make it, you need to stab others with a knife.

Seeing the hand of the clock passing by, slowly, always the same.
Ticking, unendingly giving every stripe a name.
Time passes by slowly, it sometimes seems like a torture to me.
Hearing my teachers hollow words and seeing others believe him, makes me want to flee.

Flee, away from them, facing reality like it really is.
It’s hard, dark and cold, not some sweet chocolate kiss.
It’s a kiss, a poisoned one, that closes everyone his eyes.
And the only thing I can do, is writing this, to show the rest his lies.

A dying young boy.
Alone, behind a barrier once played a young boy.
One that was searching, searching for his lost toy.
Blindfolded and alone, it stepped through the barriers door.
To see that the toy he lost, laid at the other side, the one he was looking for.

But he didn’t know, that passing through the door comes at a cost.
And that cost is to turn in his blindfold and being covered in dust.
Dust, so everyone sees he passed through the barrier, being changed forever.
Being no longer blindfolded and seeing through their lies, now being way to clever.

Seeing through the lies of society, even while still being young and alone.
He turns his back to the lies, never being able to feel himself at home.
But even so, he is shackled, unable to flee from their lies.
And every day, every moment, another part inside the little boy dies.

 


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