The world is fucked
We’re doomed to die
No need to shout
No use to cry
We knew it from
The very start
Perfected craft
Accomplished art
Our leadership
Is safe inside
Their hallowed halls
Where hate resides
The only finger
To be raised
On middle ground
The sheeple praised
We can’t fight back
No “I” in “team”
Alone in mass
Protest in dream
Concocted scheme
By those in power
The moment’s here
Arrived, the hour
We’ve played into
Their evil plan
As wealth controls
The fall of man
With colors seen
By silent blind
I take the pill
My nerves unwind
The monster lives
No gun can kill
We’re stuck until
The planet’s will
To cleanse the Earth
And shake us free
Until that time
I’m you, you’re me.
C. Derick Miller's Gonzo Journals 
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