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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP:
yo..
i keep dreaming of the days beyond memory lane
the question is plain
god, why were we left in this game?
of curruption & fucking nothing natural no more
this industrial age & the capitol clone war
i close my eyes & realise that monotonys king
in the land of the blind without a prophet we spin
out of control clouded & cold im doubting the soul
of the human race to escape the sedate state we create
from day to day in this place a fake display n the taste
of terorism, fear campaigns & dismay to replace
a strong sense of content that once existed, in context
the simple life is lost friends, now tricks, trife & offence
are top trends...........thats why I find it hard to smile
thankful for the things I have on this path, but while
my hardened trial, product of the page in this book
I feel realitys a cage & in this game I'm a crook
or interloper.. telling what the thief said to the joker
the end isnt closer & biblical events can bend over
& take it up the ass, not interested in the end of days
fuck hype & puppets pass tested trippers entertain
my brain, listening to shit up on a stage
Just smile..
As we put up with this industruial age.
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