A poem about giving up what matters for something that seams nice.
Cthulhu Came last night and you gave yourself to his thirst
for complacency rings like a silent dinner bell
signaling the worm infestation of your soul
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you die of the pangs of hunger
while you search for nourishment amongst the food
for thousands of things are given at the cost of just a few
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Freedom, Faith, Hope
Without these we find boredom and starve
and give our selves up to the great beast
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for there is no meaning in our lives
today as the media tries to steal our souls
and we pay the price for their snake oil happiness
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So lay down your convictions and do as you are told
lay down your weary head upon a bed of nails
and sleep an eternal rest as long as you do not feel
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for I can give you hollow happiness and things you did not earn
I can force you to be better then your neighbor
and teach you to hate them for their concern
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I can give you a great many things
I can give you every thing you can see.
I cannot give you the price to be paid
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For that you must give to me.
I ask not a lot a trifle really
Freedom, Faith and hope
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and your price will be paid
the deal done not of your very blood
but it will be writ upon your soul
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