Oppressed Metaphor

I am a judgemental sphere of hoplessness
sprialing down the barriers of hope
in reguards to finding something new.
With paper back edges ripping through
my spinal cord to envelop my soul set in reguards
to set free the cage bird,possed by mirrored images
that plauge a nations solitude,oppressed
by thine own founding fathers.
Have you ever layed a hand?
I bet you have.
Reaching up towards the heavens in a search
to caress the Starladys atmosphereic face,while
she rains desolate teardrops on your miserable planet.
Have you ever heard a planet cry?
No,because you will nto listen.
Mother Nature knowns no bounds over fruitful
soil tilled by the hands of the endiving soldiers.
My country 'tis of thee,right?
Wrong.
One Nation under fools,to blind to ever really see.
To dear to ever really hear what your melancholy nation has to say.
Why?
Because we are oppressed and afraid.
For purple mountains majestic dickheads and amber graves of grace.
this is what out own country has been brought too,fiendish children with slowminded,arrogant pigs.
Have you ever seen the eind dance?
Yes,but your eyes were to clouded on that day to ever reconize
what feendish plans emerege from your trenches of bodies.
What metephic relays havey ou legs ran,till your lungs weaped in anger?
None,because you are a false hunter,to afraid,to scarred to even admit your arrogant flawz to your own body.
you are one loose thread running through the bloodstreams of thousand angered voices crying out as one in attempts to
have your own crys be heard.
Cry out O brothern,because you are meant not to be heard
in the tyranny that is to be burndened in a haze of fireflies
carried out by thine own impailing ending.


(Just let me make one things clear:I don't do drugs. I was sitting in math and everything just came flooding in at once.I don't even know if it makes sence,because I sure as hell don't have any clue.I wasn't even angry,but yet it soudns so angry:S I don't do drugs,just sayin')