This century is of the cash and capital,
Its captains are collectors of credits,
Their collaborators are culprits,
This century is circumventing my calmness,
Its clauses are cuffing me,
Their conditions are confining me,
This century is a cruel calamity,
Its covenants are costing me my composure,
Their claws are creeping in on me.
My confidence is collapsing,
My clarity is crippled,
My consciousness is ceasing.
This century is carving out my carnage.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
This century is of the cash and capital,
Its captains are collectors of credits,
Their collaborators are culprits,
This century is circumventing my calmness,
Its clauses are cuffing me,
Their conditions are confining me,
This century is a cruel calamity,
Its covenants are costing me my composure,
Their claws are creeping in on me.
My confidence is collapsing,
My clarity is crippled,
My consciousness is ceasing.
This century is carving out my carnage.
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