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Jul 2013
Our Being is merely A glitch in the Cosmos,
A SUPERNOVA EXPLODING.
Our Souls yearn for the return to our
SUPREME State of Being,
As we Aimlessly Wander through the a concrete jungle,
Listening to the Hustle and Bustle of city noise,
We strive to beat out the next in line,
Trapped like ***** in a bucket clawing for the top.
We've been Lied to our whole lives,
Mislead towards Imminent DESTRUCTION.
Suffering from Corruption
Where there's NO PEACE there's NO JUSTICE.
WORK
PLAY
CONSUME
BUY
Our Intelligence has been reduced to that of an adolescent canine
Control the Brain the Body will Follow.
You may be Free today, but be slaves Tomorrow.
We're only renting this body yet when it dies there will be sorrow
For our people will mourn over a corpse that is Hollow.


2013
Sean Antonio Tyson
Written by
Sean Antonio Tyson  28/Land of the free
(28/Land of the free)   
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