Apoptosis

Mourning the loss
 Of what we thought
 We would become
 As we were once
 As history repeats itself
 We find no solace, only hell on Earth
 To peer upon our actions and reactions as a whole
 As though expecting these circular motions
 To produce a new and different outcome
 Is by definition, truly insanity
 We must break away from comfort to be truly free
 Molting the spirit
 Exposing new and open minds
 To challenge everything
 And abandon compromise
 Ecdysis of the stagnant
 Methods creating binding ties
 Shedding the skin, restricting
 Progress in these turbid times
 Never too late to embrace
 Changes for good
 To be what we want to see in the world
 To leave our pride behind us
 And advance
 To sever ties with all that we detest
 When we relieve ourselves
 Of accountability to stand against
 The actions of others, we create room for monsters
 To relish in acceptance
 And stand at odds against us
 In a world without consequences
 Will we provide disservice to ourselves
 And be left completely defenseless?
 Molting the spirit
 Exposing new and open minds
 To challenge everything
 And abandon compromise
 Ecdysis of the stagnant
 Methods creating binding ties
 Shedding the skin, restricting
 Progress in these turbid times
 Never too late to embrace
 Changes for good
 To be what we want to see in the world
 To leave our pride behind us
 And advance
 To sever ties with all that we detest
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 Be not the weakness adhering to reason
 Disproven time and time again
 Be not the weakness adhering to reason
 Disproven over and over
 All these new instruments of terror
 A plague induced complacency
 In the frightened, blind, and without teeth
 Amidst atrocities and horrors
 Remain steadfast forever fighting back
 Abandon faith and reverie
 For these things will not save you
 In these divine and writhing strands
 For these things will not save you
 You must design with thine own hands
 Mourning the thought
 Of what we lost
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 We will live up
 To what we become
 Changes in our behavior
 Age of darkness, erasure
 And failure to stay above the rising flood
 And breathe in the air that stings our lungs
 Weak and wailing
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 Beneath a failing
 Infrastructure
 Of stolen cultures
 Hands are tracing
 And misshaping
 A future fading
 Unless something is done
 What will we become?
 What will we become?
 What will we become?
 What will we become?