Change

It’s truly a shame.
When the world around you wants to stay the same/
Much to your disdain/
The rotating world is actually static/
Now you’ve grown to dynamic to be emphatic/
Your growth is causing you to wreak havoc/
Your soul seeks change.
You must break free of the normal range.
Only then will your world truly change

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P(r)aying for Salvation

People are praying for salvation
From men falsely made into prophets
By a voracious need for profit
Sadly currency dictates our lives
The common theme of happiness, war, and lies/
Such is our culture, to struggle for an alien/
Fighting and dying for little green men
Earth doesn’t need an axis, it revolves around money/
What happened to being pleased with milk and honey?/
Presidential men turned demigod by our prayers
Men who served their country didn’t want this affair./
We need a new standard of normalcy
Instead of this morbid lust for currency

Poetic Ice