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All for “Progress”

Don’t speak your mind

Just step in line

Or the thought police will come

They’re hard to spot

They’re quite a lot

Sleeper agents trained in public school

Your life, job, and family are what they seek to wreck

They don’t realize that it’s they themselves the Masters will forget

All for Progress

Rome she is falling

Our leaders they lie, murder, and cheat

Control all the thoughts, news and free speech

In this cute little game, our nation can’t win

The decks are all stacked, we’ve instead welcomed sin

I’m afraid it’s too late, to save what we were

Rome she is falling, to attacks from within

 

Another day

Another dollar

Another day

Time passes

Slips away

Reason

Hope held out

For quite some time

Till I woke this morning

Unable to find

Reason to hold on

To something long gone

The memories are nice

But it’s time to move along

Can

Can the mistakes of the past

Ever be fixed

Can we overcome ourselves

To find that something we missed

Wrecked

This body’s wrecked

The joints ache

The muscles burn

The mind teeters

On the head of a pin

It wobbles but stands

But for how long

 

True Love

True love comes round

But once in this life

If you choose not to cherish it

You’ll find eternal strife

I know this is fact

As it happened to me

This fool didn’t realize

How good it could be

He tossed it aside

Again and again

Until it wouldn’t come back

True sorrow came then

For which there’s no cure

Though time numbs the pain

But it shows it was pure

The love was I mean

I’ll cherish those memories

Keep them locked up inside

I’ll never release them

Even after I die

I pray

I pray for a slow and painful life

Filled with sorrow and fear

Plagued by memories of mistakes

Up till the very end

Torrential darkness to fill the skies

Rain that doesn’t end

A soul burning flame that licks and blackens

The man whom I have been

I pray no joy breaches

The walls I build within

Keep the light out always

Leave me with my sin

I pray any blessings I might have received

Go to those who’ve suffered thanks to me

Send me all their sadness

And a content man I’ll be

Then perhaps, when it’s over

Sometime down the road

I’ll have paid my debts off somewhat

And salvation I may know