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I ain't royalty But I would hope I ain't got to be . Because I just want to write some poetry Telling a story about this underrated loyalty Because it seems we put our trust in the wrong people and now we're suffering Unable to walk down the streets without seeing these guns pointing Engraved with these secret messages that just happen to be not so secretive Because we all know that these engraving are just names The golden ticket to the end of your story Cue the watering Because now there are loved ones crying Unable to comprehend what is happening Asking what did ***** do to deserve this When in actuality the answer is simple they did nothing They just fell victim to humanity stupidity Its greed and thirst for violence is starting to get the best of us And we just turn a blind eye because we don't want to be next I mean death, the afterlife, are we truly prepared to face what comes after this The answer is no because we are weak minded beings who are afraid of everything So we make these fancy machinery to protect us from our own buffoonery And that is just how it is The real truth of our end
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
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I ain't royalty But I would hope I ain't got to be . Because I just want to write some poetry Telling a story about this underrated loyalty Because it seems we put our trust in the wrong people and now we're suffering Unable to walk down the streets without seeing these guns pointing Engraved with these secret messages that just happen to be not so secretive Because we all know that these engraving are just names The golden ticket to the end of your story Cue the watering Because now there are loved ones crying Unable to comprehend what is happening Asking what did ***** do to deserve this When in actuality the answer is simple they did nothing They just fell victim to humanity stupidity Its greed and thirst for violence is starting to get the best of us And we just turn a blind eye because we don't want to be next I mean death, the afterlife, are we truly prepared to face what comes after this The answer is no because we are weak minded beings who are afraid of everything So we make these fancy machinery to protect us from our own buffoonery And that is just how it is The real truth of our end
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
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