Blood.

watch me when you burn

it was a whirlwind went by the series of illusions

love turned into a miracle

hate into a fatal attraction

polarized generation under the orders of nobody

became the most powerful body

attractive vividization it was

kindly repulsing

juxtaposition it was entitled

modules of incapability

long lost interferences

always found in the and

de-found

re-found

broke down & built up once again

serials of successive killers

trying to bullseye the thought

cure of immortality

only when it's inscribed

a body is nothing without a soul

but those words are entitled to its own

a paper you'd call

history that would fall

into the ashes of Rome

sacrifices were made

blood was shed

roots were destroyed to never grow the good once more

process was forgotten

progress was unknown

shadowed into the darkest era

where we un-travelled with the time

trying to bullseye the types of civilization

when what we lost is human

you can create machines

tasks that make the job easy

interdependent

sorcerified unfortunate series of events

every time

same loop

infinite rotation

and Voila

we're back

once where we were

was movement ever an intention

or the pure glory of the thought was enough to rule be-half

ancient inscriptions

transcribed into the same muddy ways of speech

turning the words into on-demand whores

never understanding them

not knowing how

never wondering why

between the lines say more than they are

seeing the same show

over and over

having the same popcorn

with the same freakshow

different-like entitites

creatures of greedy fatalities

desire to monarchize so strong

all over

down in the public

dollar bills roll one at a time

on-demand for the titled

effortless bullshit

my apologies but the situation is far worse than me being unkind

you can't shake & wake them up

when they don't see themselves

the wool covering their skin

and the merchant there to sell & buy it

do it cheaper

qualified for the broker

nothing for the source

sound familiar?

how about some Orwell just beside

some people are cursed with the sight

purpose of telling the blind about the colours

when they are to happy to close their eyes

willing blindess this is

idiocrasy of enthusiastic satisfaction

at least that's how they stay still & not fall

on a yoga ball

balanced within the stillness

banished into abysmal inaction

defenseless and already lost

how do we retrieve the alive

when they are born with the belief to serve

serve the nation

tin soldiers that build the fence

for those to built castles and torpedo

all for their of defense

well done sir

you surrendered the will to serve

exercised facades

all in the same inexistent will power

ignorant bulls on demand