In Mourning


In Mourning

An ongoing collection of the writings of Nick Benson.

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Forcing the Lies of Ages on the Ageless


Lies beget lies, and everything starts again.
The youth are fed what we wouldn't even feed ourselves.
And we wonder why we're spiralling downward.
No control over the molding of their minds
As we hand them over to the state to be formalized,
Roboticized, lobotomized, structuralized, and dehumanized.
They learn what it's like in the real world
Before going out and failing with their arcane knowledge.
And we wonder why they're jobless.
We form a nation of helpless so we can feel superior
Despite our own failures as model citizens.
We set double standards and expect them to pull their weight
As we sit on their backs and scream in their ears
That they are worthless to us because they fail
Where we have not even dared to tread.
We judge them where we feel we stand blameless
Despite the blood on our hands and hatred in our hearts.
But we don't move to change.
No, we don't like change.
Change means what we know is gone, and something takes its place.
What would we do without this helpless prey?
Nobody to pick on, to demoralize, to blame for society's downfalls:
For your society's downfalls.
We need a scapegoat, and here they come,
Like lambs to the slaughter.
Oh how we shower in their blood!