clearly, the days slip past i nearly lasted, keeping track tags and descriptions, each one placed as if a benefit falls upon the lot for drawing connective lines god's dead, god's not dead, i'm god, the god of sand, ephemera at my command but what's it mean? these things take time, but not seriously, because the sun hits the wax on a paper cup and it blinds us from the bushes and so low, can't care so low, lone, done dead can't care for upsides but asides and sideways
just a little bit more, i said looking at myself in health but wonder now is it wealth if the utter dregs living now, too, never dead living with no overhead 1:1 butter bread, just a little more then i can ******* afford that little bit more affordable life extension business which is it then, idiot, social suicide or death by getting left behind? survival of the fittest? **** then, i'm unfit as ****, cheap, fit to ****, fit to ******, ****** fist visions or is it not a dream? deep as deep in the joke gets
Omnipresent Voiceless, faceless hatred Unwillingly accepted By data communication, Even when you're not there I feel you, words piercing Through flesh, deeper Than the love of family ties Criticism, every little thing Scrutinised. I am left with one door open Follow me if you dare.
Sadness, financial debt, crushing loneliness, childhood trauma, all, some, or other soul-killing misfortune?
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Look at our daughters They now show no ill in laying with men old as their fathers Look at our sons Nothing is holding them back from scamming the green people with their bad brain and laptops
Look at our mothers, fathers, the young men and alike; women, They now have no time for their own children, Everyone is too busy searching for just one thing, And that is known as MONEY!
Why will a lady lay with a dog? Or why’ll she prefer to be known in the environ as a hog? Is it not just for one thing? They choose to sell their body?
Why will a schooler choose to become a drop-out with no good passion? But he’s trying to boycott hardships and hardwork He’ll just join the bad gang And will receive money off stealing from the innocent man
He’ll swerve off money from the fleeceable parents And to all their good, he’ll put an end He’s not ******* He just wants the wealth; in anyway it comes and at whatsoever cost, he cares less!
Blame it on the money, What is ours is now owning us, And we still show no remorse, As even today, some of your sons and daughters are still singing this MONEY SONG!