Sheep of Sad Fate

Razor sharp barbs of integrity and hate Honed in for your docile brain Part of the farm, Sheep of sad fate Wake-up call, A jolt of hard pain Cut from the set,Your system rejects This violence, On high gain Lasting impact, of a cultural eject neurons frenzy, in a dance insane spiraling thoughts, dementia certain as the future, and past collide circling down, final curtains a pressure bomb, building inside this annihilation, self-devastation till your mind has,electronically died In a transient state, O beast of fate Now thinking, Righteous suicide