How the halls do beckon
For thy sacred soul
For my creativity
Which I dearly hold
How the daylight do shine so brightly
But we're locked inside this grid
The computer screens are buzzing
Making us wish for death
The chains are locking up the doors
Making us all stay still
This new form of education
Designed to break and bend our will
Happiness we'll never know
This forever our prision cell
Broken and crippled
No way now to stand
The the system of injustice
Prospers Wins again
Another year of brainwashed teenagers
Made to work until their end
Tell me what you think, I really do want some honest feedback
Comments
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I like this actualy. I think it's pretty cool
Can you please put a background tho? it makes it more attractive
yeah, this is a good write marc, Awesome
Sam
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