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[WX6[ck]]

I Don't Care

Eyes, black suns searching arrid deserts,
Making sure to see the worthless.
Voice, loud as a feather on snow,
Everyone can hear the pain, they feel it.
Hands, heavy like lead, far as your eyes can see,
Sweeping fear accross the people with they're palms.
Chains, made from the charred bones of my body,
To tie the groups together, encase the hate.

Looking down upon the sea of people.
Stepping on the weak and ugly.
Crushing the brave, the intelligent.
Herding a flock of sheep, to the meat grinder.

I pity the adults, with greed in their eyes.
They cannot control me.
Ironic as I am their creation.
Now they just stare me down.

[SmilesAF]

hmm....
A little sombre? Well, i think it's allright. I can't really relate with it.