14 January 2013
*set in a dystopian society*
All my life encouraged, To do what is deemed 'best', Well what if I don't want to do, What won't get off my chest?
Instead I want to be alone, My books are all I need, I can recognise a line, That all societies feed.
But, no, it's bad to talk like that, To voice your own true thoughts, In a world where execution and- Mild torture both are sport.
Instead we're clones, We're mindless sheep, WITH NOTHING LEFT TO SAY. Well this one sheep who won't go, That clone-like, wicked way.
Against The Grain. • Opuss № I