Narrative Contrived

In the labyrinthine shadows, where aspirations wane Bureaucratic chains bind, overseen by hollow reign In corridors Byzantine, where ambitions are entombed Beneath bureaucratic veils, where falsehoods are groomed Behind the gilded facades, marionettes entwine In the citadels of power, despair's the paradigm Echoes of dissent, submerged in muted pleas Existences obliterated by unattainable decrees Justice, an illusion, a narrative contrived In the realm of the forsaken, where the desolate strive No luminaries in the shadows, no beacon to discern In the clutches of corruption, our spirits slowly burn No saviours in the twilight, no compass to navigate In the grip of deception, we quietly disintegrate Cries in the chasm, drowned by silent pleas Lives crushed by the burden of unattainable decrees In the sanctums of authority, where the nameless preside The laments of the voiceless in obscurity reside In the chambers of power, the corrupted conspire The laments of the powerless, engulfed it was quite dire Agency theory, a disgrace, they were for hire For every illicit transaction, a narrative derailed Lies a chronicle of despondency, a tale forever veiled In the fissures of the edifice, where the darkness seeps We'll unearth only sorrow, in the silence that creeps Justice, an illusion, a narrative contrived In the realm of the forsaken, where the desolate strive No luminaries in the shadows, no beacon to discern In the clutches of corruption, our spirits slowly burn No saviours in the twilight, no compass to navigate In the grip of deception, we quietly disintegrate In the labyrinthine corridors, where aspirations perish Beneath bureaucratic veils, where falsehoods flourish Behind the iron curtains, shadows pull the strings In the halls of power, despair's the paradigm Justice, an illusion, a narrative contrived In the realm of the forsaken, where the desolate strive No luminaries in the shadows, no beacon to discern In the clutches of corruption, our spirits slowly burn No saviours in the twilight, no compass to navigate In the grip of deception, we quietly disintegrate So stand with me, my compatriot, in this silent despair In the dominion of the forsaken, where we are ensnared With our voices muted, we'll fade into the void Tide of corruption, our spirits, destroyed