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02-03-09, 09:59 AM | #1 | |||||||
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Paper
IP: B158 C755
Burnt paper flies past the rubble
As the human race no longer has to struggle cause we’re past the rebuttal It doesn’t matter what we believe, The ink stains repeat the fate of the brains we keep, which remain to sleep My eyes whiteness the demise that Decorates the streets As their armies destroy what we demonstrate to keep Dancing in the smoke and debris Like a creature would float in the sea So free…… its finally is satisfied Ratified but the ones who had to die all the self-proclaimed bastards lie With thoughts of homicide, life it’s self freezes The seasons change and I understand reasons greed fear and hate, the genocidal diseases I cry my last tears, for the wrath of the past years is among us The market plummets no they eating our souls away Given a number to fight from the grave This whole time we thought we were destine for fame Its like we ate a rapper and chocked to death on his chain Rearranged priorities to suit the majority Prophecies expressed in a modern day allegory While writing chapters for a sadder story We all battling glory with a smoke and a 40 In hope that one day they’ll tell the streets they’re sorry
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