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Don’t worry feller, follow me the storyteller, just/
Maybe the story had already started, without us/
It began with a propaganda in a beautiful land/
Where people would live happily, everyone’s a friend/
Those that heard it from their fathers say it began with a room/
Filled with gloom, where people would find nothing but their doom/
Those who would stay inside would be forced to abide/
To the illusions that the room would cast, throw the mast, we’re about to ride/
On the wind made of your fears, on the ocean of your tears/
As your boat gets further in the mist and nothing seems to clear/
All the cheer is gone, nightmares become so real that you could feel/
Them staring to peel away at the boat and so soon collapsed will be the steel/
It was impossible to conceal your terror, but this isn’t the end/
You start to realize your errors, then you cannot pretend/
See how you killed your friend, drop the “R” now you’re a fiend/
As the wind, begins to rip apart your mast, you have sinned/
It rips away your hope, bit by bit and knit by knit/
Until you’re ready die after you take the final hit/
But it never comes, because it makes you wait/
And it watches, as your boat overfills with hate/
When it rains, the pains just pour, drowning it all/
The final hit seems to come as drugs, disease or alcohol/
All you’re left with is a plank of wood nicknamed “Your Sanity”/
As the rest of you is drowned somewhere deep in vanity/
You beg for it to let you go, your will is shattered/
The boards of the boat are scattered and you feel like nothing else has mattered/
And then that room of certain doom grants you one more breath/
As a sign of it’s satisfaction, and all you can ask for is your death/
Not even ask, but your task is to beg on the piece of wood/
Now even the Grim Reaper’s mask looks heavenly good/
As it is approached, your reproaches are none/
So one by one, everyone is done/
The room expands and grows bigger with each new fallen grace/
Now it takes more space growing more powerful with every stolen face/
First was one, then a group, now an entire village/
Tomorrow it’s rooms will get into cities to pillage/
A week later it’s at a greater scale, a country’s a black hole/
In a month, a continent is what the black hole had stole/
In a year, the entire earth gone, peace is but a fable/
Everyone’s disabled, cannot do what it has been able to/
Upon overhearing this the government wanted a part of the stand/
And no one would take a stand, everyone would bend to it’s laws/
Let it’s claws grow sharper over time/
Now me and you, we come to its harbor with the rhyme/
Take a look, squint your eyes and glance in the mist/
Tell me, do you see a rebel’s fist? No? That’s because it never seemed to exist/
Here Death is the queen, Destruction is the king and Revolution is dead/
Nothing to give people it’s ideals, no reveals, they cut off all their heads/
Where those that take trips as visitors find themselves trapped as prisoners/
What they say is that prisoners remain in decay, and those reasoners/
Who try to treason out of their prison are found perished/
Don’t try to seek, for the weak memories aren’t cherished/
Now the meek shall never inherit this Earth/
For nobody can give revolution it’s birth/
There isn’t a father called Bravery or the mother called Hope/
Look at the hang ropes, tell me, doesn’t it evoke?/
Some kind of feeling? An urge to stop the killing/
Give the universe a chance breathe, are you willing?/
All we need is a spark, we’re blind, lost in the dark, a hero/
Can you be the heart that may start us from a zero/
To make the sacrifice that may put their souls on ice/
Because if you do it once, you will die, but if they do it twice/
Then there’s a chance that angels might glance down/
But still there will be death, so if we wish to uncrown/
Unsettle the king and the queen we must mettle thrice/
Third time’s might be the charm, more harm will be caused by vice/
By the mister that is so sinister/
Of the uprising, even though they are oversize, that’s just the twister/
We will need all the willpower you can heed/
Only then we can break up it’s speed/
Only then we can reassemble the shambles/
Some may view it as an impossible gamble/
So take control with your whole soul, you’ve been my guest/
Now may I suggest you turn around, this was just a test/
Have you had a clue? Let your eyes unfurl, let the light shine through/
Because what you saw is your world, oppressed by hatred too/
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