Lost
in the holy land there stands a man.
A man who holds his hands to his face, where he got the mace: the mace
of society, the entirety of a race: a race who’s pace won its case and the
man now stands alone, looking back at his home: its mere existence burnt to the
ground. The man hears a
sound. It envelopes and begins to
surround. He listens to what he
has found. The sound he knows is a
whole town, and for the noise this town is its stem and they are laughing. Laughing at him.
You cannot escape the exploitation of your confrontation
with the majority of a nation because it is the root of your condemnation.
You cannot escape the exploitation of your confrontation
with the majority of a nation because it is the root of all condemnation.
It has been proven that if you attempt to move against
the people or if you do not agree with what goes on in the steeple or if you
are .001 percent feeble you will lose and be forgotten. And the house that you fought in will
be made stronger in order to last longer.
Society does not permit minority.
It is divided into fraternity and sorority. If you do not wish to join either, you will be allowed to
attend neither. You will be
banished farther into this earth and stripped of all you are worth. If you rise again to participate in the
having, all you will hear is them laughing.
Do not attempt to adjust your screen.
Do not attempt to control your life.
Do not attempt to have an opinion.
Do not attempt to go against what people say is right.
