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Brand New World"Brand New World"Brand New World by ~ignitia
Ladies and gentry
Shall we dine?
Raising the new century
Over meat and wine
Here's the best to mankind
Enjoy the banquet of assets
Abound with predation and self-fellation
Backstab the way up the pyramid
Higher floors, better views
Pointing fingers with the crowned few
We plant revenue gardens full of zen
We build modern gods the crowd demands
Bless our clout great and mighty
Qualms crushed under my Nikes
A good mourning to the wailing weak
The extra coffins are theirs to keep
Onions peeling, it's fulfilling
We cherish charity
Burials of ponies and families
The dead should deserve their honor
One second
Farm“Farm”Farm by ~ignitia
Children of modernity,
Left your heads at the entrance
Joysticks and sockets ready
Tonight will be a fuck going differently
Tender fledglings, it’s a catwalk of cattle,
Sirloin mannequins boarding treadmills
That run across the chamber in circles.
Motivate the light in your neon signs,
For if luck strikes, a knife
Should disclose in you lavish supply
And wriggling beneath sheets of silk,
You’ll help yourself to cookies and milk.
This social solace you snort, how does it feel?
Ever surveilling for gaps asking to be sealed.
That’s the price of being cheap, of being shallow,
Drowning in fountains
Wanderlust“Wanderlust”Wanderlust by ~ignitia
Done scouting assorted boys for expertise
The wanderlust begins to cease
You seek a house on nostalgic soil
To execute the planned retreat
Well, that’s sweet
How very sweet
Stale antidote, it is cold
You bring back nothing but a shiver
Your presence, fainter than a whisper
Vanishing smoke at the hind of my mind
You left your heart in the open
Trust you have not forgotten
Voluntary bait thrilled to be stolen
Maneuvered as bread
Between hands of men
A wanting sacredly retained
Held in vain, denied of grace
Did a man with boy dreams
Merrit too small a taste?
Deliver your salvation elsewhere
Select
Park of Lonely Heartsthe rain chills, the roads wintryPark of Lonely Hearts by ~ignitia
cutting spine with a cold knife
it suits the white heartless efficiency
in such a gray mess of a city
that has the right set of tricks
to make you feel unloved
(dying sunlight casting above)
the capital vents the blues
down your throat
choking you, breaking your heart
eating you alive inside
the capital is shipping you again
to the park of lonely hearts
along orphans and widows
and all the invisible people
faith's burning ever dark
since you and cupid torn the pact
save the occasions of lost medication
disorder sends you after love
crossing the nerves and the guts
of a perfunctory construc
Sta.sh
Eager 
