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Perfection, is imperfection

Declaration, is desperation

Misconception of deception

World's built on a bed of lies

The truth slowly dies

Hidden within are sparks of truth

A slap from the hand that feeds

To obey is to give in

To resist, is a sentence to the grave

Unveil the truth, reveal the face

Beneath the mask

Twisted and gurning

And mangled with hate

A glimmer in the dark

A shimmer, a spark of hope

The puppet controlled by the master

Veering closer to disaster

Vile and vicious, decadent interests

Layered with incest

And morality in jest

They bleed blue blood

So let it run

Let it shower the streets

A gruesome parade

A glimmer in the dark

A shimmer, a spark of hope

Church and state combined

Cruelty so intertwined

Corrupted Gods

Leading the willingly blind

A hanging bare teat to gather around

Free will and longing are not to to be found

Instead a sick huddle, a paranoid cuddle

Whispering rumours of abject struggle

Restrained by the muzzle

Of those on the top

Illusion of freedom

Nothing more than a prop

World's built on a bed of lies

The truth slowly dies

Hidden within are sparks of truth

A slap from the hand that feeds