What's the point?
Is it just a pencil's end?
Or is it the point,
When the skies start to bend?
No, it's not the world's end,
Not mankind's fall,
It's when the mind starts to bend,
And that is it all.
It's going to happen,
That's not a mistery,
It's just fate I reckon,
And it's all about misery.
One doesn't just snap
It needs a reason
Because insanity is a gap
Which is caused by treason.
The treason of humanity.
The fault of man.
The infliction of stupidity,
Because it wasn't in the plan.
Their mind, a prey of grieve
Soldiers fighting for "freedom",
Which they can never achieve,
Because leaders don't need a reason.
To start a war,
To bend our mind.
To make us cry for,
And make us walk behind.
I'm a prey of insanity,
But I'm free at least,
I've escaped humanity,
And accepted the beast.
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