Society ( Pakiveli and A.O.D )
You're stuck and you can not see, the place is so dark that it gets hard to breathe
From the top to the bottom, it fly's through my thoughts... its meant to be
Surround your wisdom around what's meant for me and run for your safety
Everything's drifting, and the hypnotic sound is silent yet piercing
The urban is collapsing like a permanent plague hold steady to the night
Acidic rain closes in on culture like a vague vulture it'll become UN clear
You'll open your eyes for a brief second to see the light, but shut them in fear
Nothing can stop it; we will all stare at our neighbors in a silent pain
Truths rape our children, while you didn't know you were part of there gain
You fall into the world of pretend; you'll close your eyes and its dark again
I become nauseated from the sound and society now depends on the separation within
From the middle to the end and from now until then...we contimplate where it all would begin.
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Test of tests release the best in best men's minds that leave doubt behind
The grind of bones jingle in my ears as I look behind get guards to cover the hind
Quarters, the guards are flesh of my flesh blood of my blood, my demon peeks
The peak of madness descends on the socialite and his worst nightmares speaks
You have committed an act of shame; the squalid tentacles of doubt grip me
They show adversaries who never outdone me, the way I cleansed my history
Now as a man who in the brink of War looks on the united men to provide shelter
Hears the reverberation of turrets of speech that blame and welter the ways
The swayed grounds shift their weight and show a haste to represent distaste
The apartheid regains the segregate, segments that became labelled fragments
Augments that complimented women's jewellery became the men's war fragrance
The last meal was that of bread and water and that only because of the society
I do not detest the modern ways, yet the deity had told me that this isn't morality
In its highest and dead militia will rise to prise the tridents from the performers
That are now known as the democrats and liberals, our very own modern reformers
Pakiveli=Blue
A.O.D=Purple
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