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Stars and slingshots Hot rocks flying through the sky Matter blinking at me non-stop Doesn’t matter were alive Expanding blackness or bliss Darkness that I can’t resist Black holes and myths Shards of lights and comets Surviving on the one round stone I’m capable of breathing Stumbling around with no money desperate for a meaning Corrupt with greed and corporate crime Dead presidents more powerful than the one that’s still alive Money is divine The bank is god Stealing is a crime When the rich are getting robbed It’s complex but it’s primal A thirst to have the most Spit in the faces of your rivals Stash away and hoarding paper notes Consumer capitalism is a miracle Built a world connected But made us all so cynical We sit in mansions miserable It’ll only end when the sun and sky collapses ***** us all in whole Won’t be a god to grace you You can’t cash in your worthless souls By then we’ll probably be somewhere else Where the wheels keep turning Crushing the poorer and helping ourselves On and on until the universe is burning.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
Stars and Slingshots
Stars and slingshots Hot rocks flying through the sky Matter blinking at me non-stop Doesn’t matter were alive Expanding blackness or bliss Darkness that I can’t resist Black holes and myths Shards of lights and comets Surviving on the one round stone I’m capable of breathing Stumbling around with no money desperate for a meaning Corrupt with greed and corporate crime Dead presidents more powerful than the one that’s still alive Money is divine The bank is god Stealing is a crime When the rich are getting robbed It’s complex but it’s primal A thirst to have the most Spit in the faces of your rivals Stash away and hoarding paper notes Consumer capitalism is a miracle Built a world connected But made us all so cynical We sit in mansions miserable It’ll only end when the sun and sky collapses ***** us all in whole Won’t be a god to grace you You can’t cash in your worthless souls By then we’ll probably be somewhere else Where the wheels keep turning Crushing the poorer and helping ourselves On and on until the universe is burning.
Elis
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21/M/England
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
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