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Karma Commission

Karma Commission

How far back must we go
How deep to reach, how much to know
What right to obtain what is not yours
Or should never be but mine to hold
And this a future envisioned
Through the invasive nature of our fears
When extremities will be enforced
And memories provoked
From the vault of forgotten tears

The emperor will issue his decree
To summon the soul into a virtual court
And harvest your essence
In the chamber of waking dreams
And the jury will be the scribe
Who chronicles the sins you hide
Uploading the verdict
For which your fate is determined
As if who you were is all you are to be

The abuse will effect an insurrection
As delusion conjures haunted souls
When civilians are regressed
Before the memory's suppressed
But with time can not stay closed
As the reprieved lie in chains
With the only trial, the experiment
And that infiltration, the only sentence
Of a crime left unpaid

Let man build Atlantis
And he'll sink in the waves to drown
Give unto him, a headdress or sceptre
And he'll proclaim he's from the clouds
Not always are intentions perfectly impure
Though prevention of the one intended
Is so often the only cure
When the flags you raise
Are prematurely crimson draped
In the war you stage against your own

 

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Ian William

Thank you Twilla! It's funny you should say that, this was inspired by watching native Americans fucking in tents!

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