Anarchy

by fred   Nov 28, 2005


Anarchy

Disillusions are the true confusions,
Demons of the other world await your arrival.
Good and evil make their own illusions,
Seem like sinning is the only survival.

Pain comes from the heart,
Suicide means no rules to abide.
Death is the end pain is the start,
For he has lied and good has died.

Rebel against authority,
Kill the system.
Death is their key,
For we enlist them.

Our world in anarchy what can you do,
Politicians stand back and watch the power.
Which side you choose is up to you,
For all will soon cower.

Our true evil will awake,
The world he will again enslave.
There is much more at stake,
He will send the good to their grave.

We are what we are,
Theres no rules to obey.
Leaving this world another scar,
All we want is to have our say.

By Fred Smith

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