People Farm

I spun  a web from death bead threads.

those dreaded ends of sheets to shreds.

If you see the way that I am going,

My friend you must know where I went.

Catch the lies that lay just lay just beyond the light,

you see them now? Good lets run before we fall tonight.

They say that we are free, but freedom lies inside the lines.

This paint by number of our lives,

painted with the blind open eyes of men that we deified.

I wrote a work of art with words from a dead bard

Beat the paper with this horse that I stole from the graveyard.

So read it over and over until it strikes a chord in your heart.

And remember that i tried to help you see the farm, the bars and the gaurds.

Goodnight.