by Thinkocrates

Created on: August 13, 2009

Delusion of an Illusion

From the hyenas' mouth we are born,

Awakening to a coy mothers smile.

For she serves us up to a world,

Feasting on a main dish of innocence,

Lost forever.

Filling the stomachs of madmen,

Lapping up happiness as a delicacy.

Cry my children,

For they hear the baas of sheep;

Who will one day line their pockets

Off the sweat of our brow.

Fake philosophies to fill our head,

As we march to our deaths

Chanting;

Under a visage of freedom.

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