Horns grow as we grow old.
Why are we alive?
Books sold, stories told,
How can we survive?
Mindless adults roam,
The silent children scold.
Love and bonds run cold,
Life and it's dull road...
Please walk blindly forward,
With memories and irony.
A screen full of cowards,
Society's puppetry.
Where has freedom gone?
Have bloody hatred won?
"We" were built as one,
But what should we have done?
Numbers forged our names,
Like items on store shelves.
The board games that we are.
We too are sold to hell.
©emily_cjw
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