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Fed To The Wolves - Misery Index
Roll forth the dice
The hourglass tipped
Conformity reigns
Soon enough the hammer hits
Imagination crushed
Where brilliance once thrived
Predictably they'll serve
As worker bees beneath the hive
Assembly line indoctrination
Like heads of cattle herded home
Some might call them pioneers
Reality would call them drones
Funneled out fast from classroom to cancer
Disciples at play so bland yet so sincere
Pharmacy fueled cavorting as fake friends
Whittled down dull to shallow uncreative ends
Work play and reproduction
The three pronged trident spear
Impaling deep in wisdom's head
How quickly youth can disappear
Atrophy as institution dead
Siphon the lifeblood
Extract the untapped
Children resolved to uninspired epitaphs
Follow their footsteps
Vomit their concepts
Thrown out the front door
Fed off to the waiting wolves
Refine their tunnel vision
The best is left unseen
Usher their role as ciphers
Tin soldiers bound to the machine
Racing to the end
Salivating tongues lycanthropic scents
Detect their future pawns
Managers and malcontents
Open doors shut the canopy is caved
Servility enshrined
Next stop the open grave
