Crimes of Morality

Walls of fire, demons of death.
Please, someone save us. We're taking our last breaths.

Society's stranglehold has slayed our souls.
No more laughter,
No more play,
No more fun on swings that sway.

Conformity has committed treason against the natural law of selection. Bound by chains of fear, numb from the inside out, walking as told, streamlined with blindfolds.

An assembly line of expectations, manifested by the elite, molded by ulterior motives.
Visions of others distorted by eyes of hate, war crimes committed against brothers, as sisters are laid out as bait.

Turn your cheek and shake your head, judging others once they're dead. Make your mark and pitch your sale. Write your goals. Follow all rules.

Stand in a line of anticipation with the rest of the mules, led to realize there was never a destination.