06-07-2012, 11:15 PM
I revamped it recently, but I don't feel like I tightened it up enough. I especially don't like S3 :|
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A life lacking meaning, a societal thrall,
the melancholy prince of nothing at all,
gazes into endless colours, blurring, losing,
technology static but of his own chosing.
His riches are endless and flow like a flood,
beach palace is painted with innocent blood,
they say he has earnt it, like he earned his fate,
that those at the top deserve all they create.
So small people in factories slave far away,
to engorge his capital the people must pay,
but we justify this for our secret delight,
we'll slip into his shoes as is our... right.
He tastes chemical flavour, gluttonous fool's feast,
devours all and thus becomes obesity's beast,
their children are violated with their greed,
illusions of pleasure, they planted that seed.
His elegant beauty turns to some skeletal lust,
perfection or pain, her dreams fall to dust,
her starvation is radiant, as is her dread,
eyes so bright and fair, so hopelessly dead.
In false smiles they sip sweet poisons in vain,
shedding the agony of their descent to insane,
rotting to their core, they then deign to choke,
they do this themselves, on acrid clouds of smoke.
They are repulsive, their words convulse with hate,
they are depraved, alone, they no longer relate,
they have only regret, their world has lost shape,
they have created a hell with no end or escape.
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A life lacking meaning, a societal thrall,
the melancholy prince of nothing at all,
gazes into endless colours, blurring, losing,
technology static but of his own chosing.
His riches are endless and flow like a flood,
beach palace is painted with innocent blood,
they say he has earnt it, like he earned his fate,
that those at the top deserve all they create.
So small people in factories slave far away,
to engorge his capital the people must pay,
but we justify this for our secret delight,
we'll slip into his shoes as is our... right.
He tastes chemical flavour, gluttonous fool's feast,
devours all and thus becomes obesity's beast,
their children are violated with their greed,
illusions of pleasure, they planted that seed.
His elegant beauty turns to some skeletal lust,
perfection or pain, her dreams fall to dust,
her starvation is radiant, as is her dread,
eyes so bright and fair, so hopelessly dead.
In false smiles they sip sweet poisons in vain,
shedding the agony of their descent to insane,
rotting to their core, they then deign to choke,
they do this themselves, on acrid clouds of smoke.
They are repulsive, their words convulse with hate,
they are depraved, alone, they no longer relate,
they have only regret, their world has lost shape,
they have created a hell with no end or escape.