Ingenius.
The new truth created by filthy lies.
A book written backwards but read forwards.
Words that stop making sense once they’ve been written.

A rhythm that’s broken when played.
A melody with silent notes.
A placebo of sorts.
A paradox.

Filling a quota with empty words and numbers.
An expectation from the royals for the masses.
A list of tasks to distract from a mundane reality.

An awakening of the undead.
An omen of the new future.
An unstable realisation.
An answer.

The oppressed will rise above the pressing.
A wave of purpose will flood young minds.
Those sickened and weakened will stand.

A strength created from within.
A force of the collective.
A beginning forms.
A breath.

The propaganda of the present will be destroyed.
A dedication will be written down in stone.
Scars will burn with the possiblity of change.

An organisation of thoughts.
An innovation of amends.
An ideal to create.
An alteration.

The line is drawn and reached.

Rules.
Lies.
Hate.
Strength.
Ideas.
Uprising.
Change.

Us.