In a blink of an eye, it was done
The cost of souls the Earth has spun
Death upon an uneager heart
Clause was signed by Death, oh what an art
It's quick, painless, at the time shameless, maiming, and brainless
Rude awakening.
At the very hour of death do you think they know?
Will they cower?
Will they stress?
Will their bodies glow like a ghost?
At the final thought of when they reminisce
Looking at their past existence
Will they understand their fault in the plan
Understand they had every moment in there hand
Realize that if there was a miss, it was oneself that didn't train to block the hit, didn't plot enough to dodge the grip, didn't get heighten to understand that evil exist, didn't realise that materializing got your brain chained like a slave being whipped.
We a trip
for worshipping them idols
stay idle
they say scram out the brain!
keep em dead and dumb
stay idle
everything will be okay
don't move worthless one
the time has come mkay
In a mist of the moment
as it clouds over my head,
I am my own opponent,
every moment,
every moment,
that I sure did not hope to miss,
was my own fault,
falling into doubt
&
stupid idol worshipping,
whether it is something so easy
as playing games
or
studying for some dumb degree,
or learning how to draw,
for art has infatuated me
even at the moment where I could land a job,
I don't take it
I just leave it
then
I cry cause I ain't owning any of these mobs
of cash
fat stacks
****
I wish I had that
a dream like all man
who work the land
that we plunder so much
what is the purpose?
why are we on this crust?
what a bunch of greedy *****
****
I am out again I need a blunt....
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
In a blink of an eye, it was done
The cost of souls the Earth has spun
Death upon an uneager heart
Clause was signed by Death, oh what an art
It's quick, painless, at the time shameless, maiming, and brainless
Rude awakening.
At the very hour of death do you think they know?
Will they cower?
Will they stress?
Will their bodies glow like a ghost?
At the final thought of when they reminisce
Looking at their past existence
Will they understand their fault in the plan
Understand they had every moment in there hand
Realize that if there was a miss, it was oneself that didn't train to block the hit, didn't plot enough to dodge the grip, didn't get heighten to understand that evil exist, didn't realise that materializing got your brain chained like a slave being whipped.
We a trip
for worshipping them idols
stay idle
they say scram out the brain!
keep em dead and dumb
stay idle
everything will be okay
don't move worthless one
the time has come mkay
In a mist of the moment
as it clouds over my head,
I am my own opponent,
every moment,
every moment,
that I sure did not hope to miss,
was my own fault,
falling into doubt
&
stupid idol worshipping,
whether it is something so easy
as playing games
or
studying for some dumb degree,
or learning how to draw,
for art has infatuated me
even at the moment where I could land a job,
I don't take it
I just leave it
then
I cry cause I ain't owning any of these mobs
of cash
fat stacks
****
I wish I had that
a dream like all man
who work the land
that we plunder so much
what is the purpose?
why are we on this crust?
what a bunch of greedy *****
****
I am out again I need a blunt....
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