Things never happen the way,
the way you want them to,
people are hardly ever
what they appear,
and those who are, are few,
you never know the right answer,
to win the pot of gold,
you get preasurred to take a stand,
yet get punished for being bold,
but isnt that just life,
always pushing you around,
giving you these rules to follow,
driving you hard into the ground,
you try to break away,
but no ones got your back,
you're stuck inside this nightmare,
because of the support you lack,
you slowley turn into,
into just what they want,
a body like a dummy,
makes for an easy hunt,
you hang on their every word,
and with mind control they steer,
this country straight to Hell,
those master puppeteers!

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