With no direction, you sway back and forth pondering this grey shield over your eyes
Are you forgetful? It’s what you make of it remember that
I have seen this path before, that shady tunnel twirling to non-existents
Time well spent, until those unanswered questions arise
The lies we’ve have been told are all documented and signed
What’s next, do we all pursue this deceitful devastation
Or let it slide to the next unethical pawn
Sit back and live with it, pain is now
Just a drop of it
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