Constantly in pursuit,
Evil at it's root,
Others follow suit,
Because E Pluribus Unum
Blinded by the signs,
Polluted in their minds,
Stacked up in their binds
To gloat for what they've done.
The chase for evermore,
Terrified of being poor,
Striving for the highest score,
Without having any fun.
Consumed by absolute greed,
Green is the color they bleed,
It's all they want, crave, and need.
In their death, it's the smoking gun...
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Constantly in pursuit,
Evil at it's root,
Others follow suit,
Because E Pluribus Unum
Blinded by the signs,
Polluted in their minds,
Stacked up in their binds
To gloat for what they've done.
The chase for evermore,
Terrified of being poor,
Striving for the highest score,
Without having any fun.
Consumed by absolute greed,
Green is the color they bleed,
It's all they want, crave, and need.
In their death, it's the smoking gun...
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