Still
A time when everything is still
Nothing bends to the force of the will
The fortune wheel stops turning
Long ago, people stopped learning
Life is at a murky, still, stagnate
There is no "on time", early or late
No one questions the why
And like mindless livestock, we die
Moving together in a herd of sheep
Our chance of redemption fallen too deep
The future has no hope
The wheels have rusted too far to cope
Children age knowing nothing better
Lies and falsities to the letter
History books tell a tale
Pure fantasy, ignoring truth for the sale
But in years, fantasy becomes fact
As lies told too long to act
People believe as truth, the lie
And with that true lie, they die
With the past forever changed
The future becomes rearranged
People turn puppets
to watch with tea and crumpets
It turns into a time when everything stands still
Nothing moves and nothing ever will
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