For Our Entertainment

on

Cylinder is segmented,
my rise has been a trek.
My quest for my best I
search amongst wrecks.

My vision is impeded I
now see of my purpose.
But I ask the question,
do all others deserve us?

We my following eyes I
try to subside make easy.
The simple things you
love also they please me.

I see in seems fractured
I know I’m such a drag.
Come forth my nation of
a place I can plant my flag.

We own the dry ilk hate
it jades our core so stained.
Shock us we ask of earth we
hurt we need entertained.

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