Yer Wolfbro Is In My Capitol

Everyone is sick
Of so called politics
They see it as nothing more
Than fodder for a clique
And the virus infects
The Right and the Left
Trying to sell content
With the Intent to divide

And what is left
Beyond the mess
A populace who trusts nothing
But needs something to believe
So they invent
Bending all the facts
Trying to make sense
Of the lives that they lead

They can't trust the facts
They see them as Ads
For a way of life thats mindcontrol
For indoctrination
So they turn to fear
And skepticism
Basing their beliefs on what
They imagine at their worst

And then it hits
The moment of crisis
A gunman or a riot mob
To take it all down
Who lost their shit
And is now dedicated
Pinning their hope for life
On This faulty truth

I cannot watch this anymore
The plot isn't even plausible



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