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We all go through this Life alone. From the moment our Consciousness peeks out the door, Our perception transforms, Into Pisces... the water broke and Out poured your psyche. As unlikely as it is you'd Think this was lucky huh? Well I don't think its funny that God blessed us with suffering. Stressed out because, well Sometimes life's a ***** and Strife can dig a ditch between a Family and the next regime. Its Warfare here, at its refinery. Progress is missiles launched with binary. Success is swirling liquor at a winery. Emissions test 400 parts per million But Americans don't measure in Celsius.?. We made it here All on our own. With hard work We built a throne. Having fled here From our homes. Wed rather burn Than change our tone. Its too late to get the color back The reefs are bleached No need for the anorak, The polar ice caps are basically A beached whale gasping for air, And don't ask Japan where Fukishima dumped its affairs... Its become apparent that Nobody really ******* cares, so I worship death. We all deserve despair.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
Life Alone.
We all go through this Life alone. From the moment our Consciousness peeks out the door, Our perception transforms, Into Pisces... the water broke and Out poured your psyche. As unlikely as it is you'd Think this was lucky huh? Well I don't think its funny that God blessed us with suffering. Stressed out because, well Sometimes life's a ***** and Strife can dig a ditch between a Family and the next regime. Its Warfare here, at its refinery. Progress is missiles launched with binary. Success is swirling liquor at a winery. Emissions test 400 parts per million But Americans don't measure in Celsius.?. We made it here All on our own. With hard work We built a throne. Having fled here From our homes. Wed rather burn Than change our tone. Its too late to get the color back The reefs are bleached No need for the anorak, The polar ice caps are basically A beached whale gasping for air, And don't ask Japan where Fukishima dumped its affairs... Its become apparent that Nobody really ******* cares, so I worship death. We all deserve despair.
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Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
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