this is our dream?Sitting within hollow rooms the makeshift families continue with their futile existence Living with one another though not more then passing glances and fleeting thoughts exchanged Created on the hopes of a better future and generation to lead a rotting nation With no more than the realization that each generation created grows more and more void Emotions a manufactured result of media bombardment with notions devoid of all humanitythis is our dream?
And this creation of ours This result of neglect: This This is the American Dream.
it never matteredThe congregations singing blasphemy from the pews Eyes averted from the fallen cross behind the ugly organ Words spewed forth in a sickening rhythm that was created by the holy Forgotten Lost in the pages of hypocrisy that bred within the deacons and elders Pastors and preachers for their perverse natures screaming brimstone The cross behind molded and rotten in it’s neglect A powerless church Dying within it’s own corruption.it never mattered
Masks
The Beginning
Artistic
--
Live in the present, remember the past, and fear not the future, for it doesn't exist and never shall. There is only now.
Previous PageNext Page