The divine and the loss of mine
See the sun shine like the point of a line
The history and the wake and bake mercy
See the words simplify misery like the coats men’s mystery
I hope to see the victory behind embankments
We enshrine the rich to receive the thankless
We salute the handshakes and seem to be baited
We are faced with crimes and doubt the hatred
Try to develop the scientific method, screen on screen nestled, the big dream weapons
A cyclical succession, the sedition from the old the renditions we were told still the doubt carried and crept in
The power struggle and the hour hustle
The flowers muzzled the lower huddled together
face the bad setters
place a finger on the meddling
everyone is selling a memory
Wish it into the marketplace
The money seems to asertate
The bubbling of the Lazarus
I hope my net reincarnates
The subpar tastes with all that knowledge waste
You set up the line and you set up the chase
The only way to reframe the debate is to quarrel into hate
Here’s the thing
We free base the information we sought to
Then we define our reaction as our identity
We see the same things articulated for the eviscerated
It’s a thought to be caged in
It’s a description, we all pay to win
Our endgame is our refrain
The goal to be a victim
The tether to the blame