The Lost

The Taken

They took us, no care for our thought

Some of us to be molded like them

Others to become their servants

Either way, we don't belong

And its very wrong

To take those who do not wish to be Taken

To take freedom, from undeserving folks

To continually be praised for this 

Miserable task they do

It is blasphemous

Do they care

Of course not

But maybe we should

For it is part of us

The pain, the sorrows

But so is the lack of choice

We don't want to be taken

But they don't give us much choice

Mayhap we could destroy them from within

Hence their tortuous ways of trying

To win us over

But that smiling facade hide

A sinister figure inside

A destroyer, someone never to be trusted

And we, the Taken, never forget

And we, the Taken, shall one day return

UnTaken