Prog Reactors

State sponsored violence in the city streets

Resounding passive ripened docility

Just waiting for the "world to end" so they can die in peace

What a beautiful gift received

The righteous throne bakes daily bread

For mass submissions decorated first world self involved oblique oppressions

oP more imploding dismal apathies!

I stopped to notice you and you saw my emptiness I couldn't tell

If i remembered once a presence felt

Excuse the rage

It's not a part of who I am but part of what we've all become

I know it's wrong and I still share the blame,

Our rendered shame has born a callousness in me!

The victims made invisible or villainized remain unseen

Atrocities endured by innocent remain unspoken of

By privileged fucks exploiting influence

A stark revealing nature of the path

A model systematically in place

On our own huddled mass denial

Appalling is to leave this remanence of design