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And now the years are catching up with me, my distended belly disgorging spurts of rotten **** And now the porcelain god grows to encompass the whole of reality And now my energy wanes by mid-day, no longer capable of fifty-hour work days And now, too, the flames of rebellion in me are stoked by capitalist bellows And now the anger I lived with for so long has metastasized to the culture at large And now I inspect my mirror image fatefully waiting to discover receding hair line, bleeding gums, and liver spots And now the world at large coddles up to fascism like it was a warm fire on a dark night of the soul And now I prepare my soul for the blood I will shed in the name of peace, the blood with which I will wash my hands And now my friend's houses are burning to ashes while the rich horde water like wealth And now I beg the god I hardly believe in for restitution, or another CEO slaying to fuel their fear And now I lay my head to rest upon mother earth's breast and wait for the waves to take me
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Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 3:02 PM UTC
And now...
And now the years are catching up with me, my distended belly disgorging spurts of rotten **** And now the porcelain god grows to encompass the whole of reality And now my energy wanes by mid-day, no longer capable of fifty-hour work days And now, too, the flames of rebellion in me are stoked by capitalist bellows And now the anger I lived with for so long has metastasized to the culture at large And now I inspect my mirror image fatefully waiting to discover receding hair line, bleeding gums, and liver spots And now the world at large coddles up to fascism like it was a warm fire on a dark night of the soul And now I prepare my soul for the blood I will shed in the name of peace, the blood with which I will wash my hands And now my friend's houses are burning to ashes while the rich horde water like wealth And now I beg the god I hardly believe in for restitution, or another CEO slaying to fuel their fear And now I lay my head to rest upon mother earth's breast and wait for the waves to take me
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Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 3:02 PM UTC
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