11/6/12

This is the fight

This is the clash

The start of the war

The start of the match

The pen is used and the faces pretty

They spread and inject into every city

Anecdotes and Slander are the bombs and bullets

The Television, the camera, are the trigger to pull it

Facts aren’t needed in their full form

They’re chopped and mutilated and come out deformed

Substance isn’t needed though it is assumed

It’s filtered out while the rest is consumed

The grey is gone, the barriers well defined

Civil war is at hand, to whom do you align?

We have lost all chance at compromise

To confer is to submit, a dishonor in our eyes

Is this what’s it’s come to, has our plane has stalled?

Or has it always be this and never changed at all?

How much control do we have over change?

Are all of our futures pre planed and arranged?

I have no fucking clue

I don’t know what to do?

As I say this to you,

Do you know too?