Forced Consent

conspiring with fate
repressing sights of masochistic sodomy
watching tragedy unfold
dishonest, deplorable delusion

the inhumane kings
the lords of greed and suffering

perpetuate the sense of solitude among the pure and clean
tongue-tied in tragedy

nothing is, it becomes
evolution into regression

picked apart at the seams
in a cognitive slouch
stumbling towards our death

nothing is, it becomes
evolution into regret

stitches ripped and torn
the innocent jailed
as thieves flee the scene

the inhumane kings
lords of greed
perpetuate the solitude among the pure and clean

the breakers of spirits
we're all alone
tongue-tied in tragedy

can we go on

everyone alone with nowhere to turn
still life in darkness
a march towards the end

perpetuated solitude
piss all over the pure and clean
tongue-tied in tragedy
as thieves flee the scene