Imprisoned

Imprisoned

Should I cherish the words you drool?
Inside my ears,they sound so cruel,
I almost forget how to remember,
To the sound of the trumpets,I surrender.

Objectiveness is a dying breed.
The layers of stone cover the truth,
And beneath lies our humanity.
The feeding tubes won't be removed,
They plan to feast on our consciousness,
For an another eternity.

I,for one believed in salvation.
But faith is for the naive,they groan,
Cesspools hissing down in the city,
Starving,blind humiliation!
What claws will tear apart their selfish vision?
Until corrupted souls dripping blood,
And we cannot trust our Greatest above,
All of us will remain in prison.

In our OWN prison.