Being told I am crazy, for an illness not understood

Feeling tired and hazy, more unsettled than I should 

Running in different directions, searching for answers to heel

Feeling like my days are numbered...no this can't be real   

Wondering if I am worthy, to be loved, held, excepted

Given all I can for healing...no repayment to be expected

Society cares not, to awaken, confirming this plague is real

Civilization is superficial, while technology drives the wheel

So, where are we all headed...those with scars and sores

Leave, and go be examined...that's what the couch is for 

You must stop your itching, and this disease will go away

Skin sores full of corporate greed, as nano-colored fibers play 

Then authorities will lie to us, it's just an illusion they all say

How can we compete with those, who feed masses GMO's all day

I feel the forces are growing, somehow they stand together

Corporate greed and power, sadly with us forever

They have to own the water, the plants and air we breath

For this is not enough. Now, our flesh does have to bleed

Afraid to spread these constant sores...to strangers, those I love

My only hope for healing, comes not from this world...but above

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