#80
As an agent of change
I seek an eternal retaliation
To simple yet industrially corrupt
And sophisticatedly isolated truth
Like that of the Siren voices
Stumbling across the South Pacific gold rush
I find a way to repress
That last remaining rebellion in regress
Uniting the unforeseen and soulless masterpieces
Coloured on a formless frame
With no smile
And reflection quite vile
Deny the existence of thy
And a never-ending battalion
Seeking an upcoming
And never-becoming uprising
Of the ones that never stood
And the ones
That never even have dared
To request
And to fulfill a conquest
Of the ones
That never even tried.