History doesn’t repeat, it reproduces,
It ***** us well
into the darkest hour; we hold it so holy as
it wholly condenses, contracts, cracks, grasps and
Moans. It’s a venereal haunting,
ghosts of a ruthless world that doesn’t give
a **** and only cares about ******* **** up and *******
to be the fittest, survival of the wittiest.
You all want to reproduce your kind
but with the reproduction of your kin
your kind comes out sludge—
the soggy excuse of an abandoned mind
rotting away into “we’re not the first—
it’s always happened, all the time, is that a crime?”
Wreaking havoc amongst a species of your kind?
**** Me! Yes! It’s serious!
To trudge the earth for proof
that birth of war was something
of divine? Is it fine that people die
and never know of the privileged life—the life
We ******* live, ******* for Capitalism
But still getting ****** the same—
Like parents—if you won’t ******* take the time
to ******* notice what’s there and what’s right
what’s not and what is, sometimes—
what is sometimes more than one or two times;
The world is your baby, you can’t just decide
When to care and when to pretend you do
It’s true, getting ****** we all have—just a few
everyone is getting ****** in the entire ******* world
***** ******* with their ********** only want control
Hypocritical ***** in the government—they’re the ones creating ******
We the people, America the ****** swallowing what’s ********** from stores
Money’s flashy in that aspect it can buy whatever fetish
It can satisfy and pleasure
It can torture it can ruin it
It can break a nation’s soul;
Does Earth seem like a hole?
It gets ****** objectively, free of sentiment or affection,
It gets pillaged, ripped and hurled. It fights back
Vulnerable and totally ordinary—rare for our kind.
Who gives a **** Earth doesn’t have a gender,
It’s not going to tell anyone,
You had a lot to drink,
It was social influence:
It was the way of human kind,
******* for any kind of benefit,
Privilege, artificial sentiment
******* to keep going
Like everyone else
Maybe one day we’ll have a family until,
Until,
they too, will die.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC
History doesn’t repeat, it reproduces,
It ***** us well
into the darkest hour; we hold it so holy as
it wholly condenses, contracts, cracks, grasps and
Moans. It’s a venereal haunting,
ghosts of a ruthless world that doesn’t give
a **** and only cares about ******* **** up and *******
to be the fittest, survival of the wittiest.
You all want to reproduce your kind
but with the reproduction of your kin
your kind comes out sludge—
the soggy excuse of an abandoned mind
rotting away into “we’re not the first—
it’s always happened, all the time, is that a crime?”
Wreaking havoc amongst a species of your kind?
**** Me! Yes! It’s serious!
To trudge the earth for proof
that birth of war was something
of divine? Is it fine that people die
and never know of the privileged life—the life
We ******* live, ******* for Capitalism
But still getting ****** the same—
Like parents—if you won’t ******* take the time
to ******* notice what’s there and what’s right
what’s not and what is, sometimes—
what is sometimes more than one or two times;
The world is your baby, you can’t just decide
When to care and when to pretend you do
It’s true, getting ****** we all have—just a few
everyone is getting ****** in the entire ******* world
***** ******* with their ********** only want control
Hypocritical ***** in the government—they’re the ones creating ******
We the people, America the ****** swallowing what’s ********** from stores
Money’s flashy in that aspect it can buy whatever fetish
It can satisfy and pleasure
It can torture it can ruin it
It can break a nation’s soul;
Does Earth seem like a hole?
It gets ****** objectively, free of sentiment or affection,
It gets pillaged, ripped and hurled. It fights back
Vulnerable and totally ordinary—rare for our kind.
Who gives a **** Earth doesn’t have a gender,
It’s not going to tell anyone,
You had a lot to drink,
It was social influence:
It was the way of human kind,
******* for any kind of benefit,
Privilege, artificial sentiment
******* to keep going
Like everyone else
Maybe one day we’ll have a family until,
Until,
they too, will die.
