In a storm bearing resemblance to
An unfettered token of the slog
That trails behind each new iteration
Of this sty you adhere to
Remnants of an urge that you couldn't ignore
In stark contrast to which you harm
The true extent
Deceit so thinly veiled
Fend off dissent
As it appears
Building to disenfranchise
With the advent of each new agitprop
Render it meek where it matters the most
L'esprit de corps but only in name
Reveries that languish in shame
They'll forget they ever escaped
Longing to be understood
Lacking a means by
Which I hope to reappraise
An actor to which I could hope to relate
Not that it would suit
Though I'd feel that I'd like to
Absent of a means by which to engage
L'esprit de corps but only in name
Reveries that languish in shame
They'll forget they ever escaped
Longing to be understood
Lacking a means by
Which I hope to reappraise
An actor to which I could hope to relate
Not that it would suit
Though I'd feel that I'd like to
Absent of a means by which to engage
Browbeating of a man into a fine pulp
Browbeating of a man into a fine pulp
Browbeating of a man into a fine pulp
Browbeating of a man into a fine pulp
Browbeating of a man into a fine pulp
Your absence of self isn't something to love
Fend off dissent regardless of cost
Descends with each new iteration