Enemies Of The Tower?
Are we in conflict with each other?
Are we all servants of the tower?
Are we all clueless?
We certainly are
Without even knowing it we climb
We climb the tower
And we rise
Until reality gets the better of us
The tower clouds our minds
With its manipulation
The tower deforms us
With its radioactivity
Five hundred floors of intimidation
That we must climb
Five hundred floors of joy
For the ones this tower employs
Surrounded by glass and metal
The final floor is made of jewels
Shiny jewels
Golden jewels
But what if our minds are simply clouded?
We just see crazy jewels
What if the tower is one floor high?
This tower is surrounded by trash
It is home to everything we don't want
The outside is covered with garbage
Used Condoms
Mutilated Corpses
Dead pets
The brittle bones of infants
The bones of the tower's radiance
Has been worn away by osteoporosis
Dirty toilets that have not been flushed
Is what causes that foul stink polluting the atmosphere
The mouldy thoughts of those that have died from the tower
Are in plain view
Quivering after they expire
The glass and metal
Are charcoal and smoke-damaged organs
Covered with porcupine quills
And the people in the tower
They are the ones deformed by the radiation
Are they alive?
Is that pus that makes their cheeks so cute?
Pus and animal blood
They are the ones that should be afraid of us
They are canaries
They are so weak
So fragile
It is the animal blood
It made them the way they are
We climb the hostile tower
We watch as it burns
With gleeful smiles on our faces
Are we evil?
Are we the enemy?
Are we terrorists or freedom fighters?
NO
NO
NO
WE ARE NOT
ARE WE?
WHAT ARE WE ANYMORE?
DO WE EVEN KNOW?
WHAT DO YOU THINK WE ARE?