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03-08-2013, 09:50 PM
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Tomorrows Hell is Acceptable Today
Our kids will ask us... how we knew this was going on and let it happen. This is a true story... imagine this reality... because it is reality. The alarm clock crunches, same tune everyday I awake to flea infested quarters... diseased decay Torn sails for clothing, hardly harbor us from this winter Oars in one motion, waves of slaves, ebb before inspectors Off to work before the sun's shift, grunts wager keepsakes "How many crunches?..." will this newborn's spine make Under a man's weight, the alarm clock we're accustomed to... Rhythmic, the crackle feels comfortable They sat us down in rows, so today was special alright... Traitors in our midst... brought to justice below the sky I think back to yesterday when my mother left for the fields She prepared cabbage soup for later, but I ate both our meals She was passed-the-eye furious, a storm of fists rained down Went back to work starving, collapsed, attracted a crowd And now she's dragged out, before us all to pay the price Unworthy of forgiveness in our Dear Leader's eyes I'm not sorry... she's just competition for food And if she's gone, I can go the days twice as full And regardless... she must be held accountable For conspiring against the camp, the gravest crime possible Trust is for those that don't exist, to survive this life we snitch And so I did, and she knows that I'm the one to benefit Her eyelashes coated with dried tears and dirt Look like petals unearthed from beneath a fire, mostly burnt It could've been anyone today, him or her at any hour It's the scientific act of plucking the pride off of flowers I love her not, the feelings got, a sense of normalcy to it The show begins, her screams punctuate the end of whips Blood drips and then it sprints, soon as her tears get intermixed She screams out that I'm a bitch, she'd see me with a toothy grin If her eyes weren't swollen shut, I did it all for rat skin They drag her naked to the noose, it's no secret what they'll do As we sing out curses cause the guards find it commendable The pole creaks under her weight, wind gives some semblace of life Blowing her corpse in a soothing sway, it'll help me sleep at night I'm the product of Camp Fourteen, I was born in this place Flesh singed by Hade's face, with no concept of escape There is no world beyond these fences, this is how it should be My life is comfortable, well... relatively In North Korea |
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