"Chained"

Many abandon their prisons
There are those who cannot
Chains wrap about the mind
Choking the heart
Up until the last breath
Under a sentence of death
For crimes they have not commited
There is no pity for the condemned
The cry for blood is loosed
Unto who ever has a spare head
It matters not who they were
Disposable humans who lay in ruin
Nobody pays attention to what is said
They walk heavily over the corpses
To reach their own goals
Bread is cast out on the water
Inevitably it comes back void
Scattered seeds are wasted
Germination will never occur
In sterile souls who have no concience
With exception to their own need
This is the lesson of self greed
Read in between the lines
Look closely around
From the cellhouse in your prison
Which stands on unclaimed ground
Consider yourselves fortunate
Being on the outside is like being in prison too
We all get out sooner or later
Even if we have to wait for death

~Moses~
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