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    poem for after group war poem

    we all take medications whether psychological or biological,
    statistics show that 2 in 3 people take prescriptions
    who ever death eventually cleaves,
    no matter what we do we can’t out run him
    eventually we all take our leave,
    whether heavin’ or hell, oblivian or vahl hala
    where we a goin we’ll never know
    we all are categorized as either insane,
    with nothing left to gain,
    or with a deformed membrane
    puffing out methane
    round the clock trying to fit in
    no matter where we’ve been
    trying to memorize
    but all they do is sterilize
    with tanks holding tonics
    like we’ve got a problem with phonics
    no matter what we conceive
    they always make us greave
    pain and torture is their means
    it’s like making a guinea pig stay in place like machines
    no control of what they do commanded with an iron thumb
    like machines they listen to them hum
    presumed greater than us
    what we’ve fortold without putting up a fuss
    our model the greatest of ‘em all
    designed epic inventions without needing to call
    yet medically designed for malfunction
    proved everyone wrong with a disfunction
    discriminated in the full
    having to follow every rule
    there are 1 of us for every 3 of you
    picked on as bad as a jew
    those who aren’t average are picked on
    for bein one a kind
    no respect given cept by those of the like
    cept they don’t understand
    we are human like you
    maybe we’ll turn the tables on you
    we won’t be discriminated
    not hated, not treated like trash
    but feared,


    poem for after group war poem

    we all take medications whether psychological or biological,
    statistics show that 2 in 3 people take prescriptions
    who ever death eventually cleaves,
    no matter what we do we can’t out run him
    eventually we all take our leave,
    whether heavin’ or hell, oblivian or vahl hala
    where we a goin we’ll never know
    we all are categorized as either insane,
    with nothing left to gain,
    or with a deformed membrane
    puffing out methane
    round the clock trying to fit in
    no matter where we’ve been
    trying to memorize
    but all they do is sterilize
    with tanks holding tonics
    like we’ve got a problem with phonics
    no matter what we conceive
    they always make us greave
    pain and torture is their means
    it’s like making a guinea pig stay in place like machines
    no control of what they do commanded with an iron thumb
    like machines they listen to them hum
    presumed greater than us
    what we’ve fortold without putting up a fuss
    our model the greatest of ‘em all
    designed epic inventions without needing to call
    yet medically designed for malfunction
    proved everyone wrong with a disfunction
    discriminated in the full
    having to follow every rule
    there are 1 of us for every 3 of you
    picked on as bad as a jew
    those who aren’t average are picked on
    for bein one a kind
    no respect given cept by those of the like
    cept they don’t understand
    we are human like you
    maybe we’ll turn the tables on you
    we won’t be discriminated
    not hated, not treated like trash
    but feared,


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