I am alive in an age of lieing,
Politicians and slick soul pickers,
Forked tongue and armani suits,
Smiling god fearing dupes.
I am aiming for a new republic.
Speak your mind and one may find
that things thought and dreamed,
are far from what they seemed,
To the rules of the real world and legal stipulations,
The paper is just that,
While the people are not.
Papyrus people and ancient parchment,
fire lights them all,
No red trucks to the rescue,
There will be nothing left too,
Deemed and control.
Manifest destiny, Ego has no soul.