By Arcassin Burnham
Faced with a rude awakening, a man-made prophecy
With low life exceptancies, get you a teacher,
Provoking truth like the boy that cried wolf and a sky full of vultures
And ground full of sheeple,
Not the beginning nor is it a sequel,
The cultures To disarray good hearted people,
Lines are still crossed, leaders think it's special,
Praying only to Him to bring down the vessel,
Hope you got your survival shoes on,
What you need a **** shoulder now?
To cry on when your time is running out,
Father time from this dimension wouldn't even be proud.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Faced with a rude awakening, a man-made prophecy
With low life exceptancies, get you a teacher,
Provoking truth like the boy that cried wolf and a sky full of vultures
And ground full of sheeple,
Not the beginning nor is it a sequel,
The cultures To disarray good hearted people,
Lines are still crossed, leaders think it's special,
Praying only to Him to bring down the vessel,
Hope you got your survival shoes on,
What you need a **** shoulder now?
To cry on when your time is running out,
Father time from this dimension wouldn't even be proud.
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