The tested...
Fed on greed,
And the taste of its decreasing quality.
Can no longer define what value means.
The tested...
Fed on unrest and less peace to get.
Can no longer tell the difference,
Between insanity, ignorance...
Or a display of intelligence.
Fine are the lines drawn.
And gone is respect.
One is judged upon,
How they look, dress and impress.
Or where they choose to worship.
And who decides this should be addressed.
Waste over value,
Has today become a crave.
Identified is the gutter.
Where many contemplate,
The sleaze of it seems sweeter...
To appreciate at a higher rate.
Than yesterday's lofty wishes,
For just a piece of pie or homemade cake.
Fine are the lines drawn.
And gone is respect.
One is judged upon,
How they look, dress and impress.
Or where they choose to worship.
And who decides this should be addressed.
The tested...
Fed on unrest and less peace to get.
Fed on greed,
And the taste of its decreasing quality.
Can no longer define what value means,
Anymore.
Waste over value,
Achieves the higher score.
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