This poem here was created and copyrighted by Raven...I just want to share this one with everyone, mainly cause It describes our generation pretty well. ^_~.
My Generation
Line us up orderly
Make us neat and pretty
And take away everything we hold dear
Strip us of our pride
And kick us when we're down
Because we're all just corpses that never stopped breathing
And everyone one of us is doomed
Tune our brains to MTV
Make us all think alike
And tell us exactly who we are
Mass-produce our individuality
And scar us with our differences
Because we're all just corpses that never stopped breathing
And everyone one of us is doomed
March us to our cubicles
Lead us to mediocrity
And tell us it's the best life to be had
Gouge out our eyes
And wipe away all our thoughts
Because we're all just corpses that never stopped breathing
And everyone one of us is doomed
At ninety words per minute
Turn us into human cash machines
And sell pieces of our pride all the while
Make us the machines we were meant to be
And replace us when our time has come
Because we're all just corpses holding our breath
And wishing that we were doomed
Fallen angel, no class. You were originally class
3, but you've forgotten your mission, and you
just dont care anymore. You've been hurt by
something in the past and your will to live is
gone. You dont even have your wings. You're
not the badass everyone thinks you are though.
Your name has been tattered in the past, so
everyone thinks you're a demon or something.
How wrong they are.
What type of angel are you?
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