Can We Call This Life?

This is the end of the last days of mourning One more sad song will be sung The only children of the lost generation Are restless and angry and armed We've watched our loved ones Lose all life and passion Another lifetime is spent chasing The prospect of hope and salvation Wondering where all the early years went We won't be sold to our sellers One more sad song will be sung This chant of anger will ring out like sirens Until the last neck of the last boss is hung The end of the ruling classes The end of sleepless nights The end of taking orders The end of wasted lives The end... the ending fight.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

To never give up, to never give in Becomes a vision of impossibility A the bombardment worsens Narrowly defined roles now easier to play To never give up, to never give in To the incessant intoxication of the senses The allure of the machine Is a full time job without pay Fighting for survival Can we call it life? When the beating of hearts has ceased Can we call it life? With our days spent taking a beating Can we call it life? When our daze reeks of death Can we call this life?

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Handcuffed and gagged, bled until dizzy Consumed with fatigue Acquired from years of crawling Closer to the edge of the abyss Only to be kicked in the knees Dismantled again Our eyes strained, their muscles stretched taut Teased by visions of escaped Viewed trought narrow windows Of missed opportunity And windscreens of regret Disabled by morality imposed By those who would dispose of us Except that our last ounces of energy Our last hopes generate their wealth Our last hopes keep us i wait And our waiting is our incarceration The waiting is our imprisonment.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025