A boy only ten,
Shoved into a world of war.
This war that wages death to all,
To all who try to get away.
Only by becoming slaves can we be set free,
Free from death.
Is that really so great?
Or should we all just find another way out?
The ways of old,
Become the ways of new.
The ways of few.
The man is still here
He is ready to commandeer
Your freedom to speak,
To live, to Love, to share your views.
The only way to defeat the man,
Is to become the man, right?
But by being the man
You do the same things you hate.
Never will there be an end
It has all been tried.
Monarchs overthrown,
New governments destroyed by the poor,
Only to become too powerful like before.
American Revolution.
Over throw mother and son thinks he is god
Now son wants to control all,
And they are afraid
But the time will come when someone speaks up
And the wheel will turn around again.
A new man will rise and fall.
And all will wither away with no hope
No hope that an end will come.
Because this cycle will never end
So will you join the living dead.
The mindless drones,
The zombies ahead?
You have little time to choose
The time is here
You’re dead before you know it.
So make the best of what you can
Never give into the man
Because how can you enjoy,
Being just another of it's toys?

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