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Apocalypse Sun
The red haze
 The icy breeze
 Ghosting across the ground
 Once fertile 
 but now barren forever
 Sick with the
 betrayal and hatred
 of those fallen war heroes
 
 Black smoke erodes the air
 Engulfing the sun
 Filling our lungs
 In the distance, our home
 Our country in flames.
 Once so real
 But now so fake.
 How could we have been 
 So stupid?
 How could we have not
 Seen the Truth?
 
 Those bite-sized lies
 they shoved down 
 our throats
 That made us believe
 In the madness they forced,
 That made us forget
 the urge to resist.
 
 Infecting our minds...
 Diluting our will...
 Hypnotizing us, still
 
    --"Yes. This is what
 
 
   we want."
 
 We obeyed their commands
 Mechanic and
 Submissive,
 A trained beast
 To its Master
 Our lips forever
 Tightly stoned shut
 
 
 We echoed the words:
 
     "It was all for the
 
 
  better."
 In the pits 
 Of our minds.
 Soon they would
 Stop stuffing us
 With lies
 
 "Better" never came.
 For years we toiled,
 As dogs of the State.
 Stripped of our Beings,
 Robbed of our Rights
 Only shortening
 The time before
 Our demise.
 
 Our leaders,
 they're watching.
 Their world
 swallowed by flames.
 Layers upon layers 
 of engineered lies
 Swept away by the
 Wind
 Just cold brittle
 Ash.
 
 Upon us,
 the sunset.
 illuminating the smog
 Just a few more Hours
 and the Torch shall be ours.
 
 Apocalypse sun
 Falling ever slowly
 Casting away
 its Solar gaze
 ashamed of what 
 we creatures have done.
 
 The time has now come
 the time to rebel.
 Through the streets
 we'll run nocturnal
 and point cold metal
 against their heads.
 
 No need for mercy
 No need for last words
 Just pull the trigger
 And deed will be done.
 
 It's all ours now
 The seat of authority
 And all before
 the breaking of dawn
 
 Rebuild we shall
 To restore
 this great land
 
 Just rewind the clock
 to the beginning
 Again.
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