The Missing ARE

I got real "gems" within with my heart so polluted obsolete genes making 'em so deluded fighting among self while ringing thy bell turning my inside into live hell. High rankers behaving like bankers cranking up on money weak got taxes ramped up feedback mechanism didn't got me backed up my hand's burning it's more interested in drugs cranked up. world within, so bizarre worshipping 9 days on 10th exploiting the avatar immune system's malfunctioning exterminating none entertaining all stand up for something, "Nah dude, they'll make me crawl". condition's critical need some dode ain't working to flourish, all they do is corrode making my core scrambled as a puzzle suppressing every positive struggle my existence's that of a mine mining glitter degrading divine.

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