Born to be a rebel
My soul is illegible
You can't read the cypher
I don't follow the Pied Piper
Higher and higher
The levels go
Most are lost
Down below
Their idols have them in a trance
Like puppets on strings
They'll do a dance
I'm feeling like a ghost
Within the machine
It would be nice for the future to be green
With grass not money
Wars, viruses and lockdowns
The end won't be funny
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: August 14th, 2022 01:35
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Comments1
Let down by poor spelling. Is your spelling 'illegable' supposed to be 'illegible'.
Amended and thanks.
OK m8 delete my comments and no-one will know
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