Smearing dirt into the eyes of the ones who don't want to see,

They leach the blood from the veins of the ones who lie down and


Everything they own is layered in gold while hospital wards close and

Mere mortals die.


Oppressing women, they only care about you 'til you're born,

Then you're a statistic, another brainwashed clone bleeding gold and

Filling their wallets, furnishing their sixth holiday home.


The pigs watch everything, control us and subdue us, we are an

Orwell novel coming to life, the walls will rise around our minds, the mist

Will fade our thoughts, we will close up, 'cause numbers don't rebel.



The End

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