The Underground

Inside the underground
I found deformation
Through his lies, a world lost inside iris time
A monocle no longer being used
A child inside the stew
The culturist live for proclamation in the silence of the condensation

Foliaceous tablets filled with lore
That many seem to ignore
If the children could be saved..
Would you partake?
Would you heal the malicious landscape of the malevolent?
Would you save?

The underground is very mysterious in many ways
But the torture it portrays is clear as day
The malevolence that seeps like blood from the mouth of its leaders that the lore that preach
If the children were saved, placed upon to live, to rise from the underground, would you agree? Would you disdain?

For the true saving is peace and comfort
Not brainwashing lore
So close your books and watch as kick the lady of obstinate black out the door