Reapers Of Pain
Dry and dusty river beds Unfulfilled promises Wend and wind their way Like scars upon parched skin. Gashing and thrashing through valleys of pain Tendrils of dust sail upon the breeze.
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Dry and dusty river beds Unfulfilled promises Wend and wind their way Like scars upon parched skin. Gashing and thrashing through valleys of pain Tendrils of dust sail upon the breeze.
Go get some posture, son No one's going to teach you how to get one They will bury their money hands too deep in you And they will sell you short for a penny too few You think you'll be remembered...
The robin had its red-breast The partridge had its tree The starling raised it's yellow beak To spare a thought for me.
Shall I bend over while you shove it in. Privatize my ass, then ask me how I've been. Ohhhh. It's so good how you thrill me. You found my hot button issue. Oh baby, how you kill me.
A reply to @Irrational_Kimmy 's oppus Feminism - A collection of movements aimed at defining, establishing and defending equil political, economic and social rights for women.
As women We claim to be Emancipated From patriarchal Slavery. It's hard to believe When Most are only Concerned About which shade Of orange To paint their skin, And which fashion Is currently In.
Adverts on the telly Can really drive me mad Why are they so awful.
In your eye and up your arse, Lords and Ladies of the Bench.
Caged in society, but can't break my soul,. They can't break my mind I'm in nobody's control,. It's society that provokes things like brutal homicide,. Planting there visions for you to die inside,.
im sick of the tv trying to steal me selling me what i should be on their plasma hdtv crystal sharp screens vibrant colors enticing the docile in to a trance go the sheep politicians trying to...
Sell, sell and sell. This is the law of capitalism that governs the globalized world.
Statistically speaking 1 in every 1 of us is reorganised, reworked and rehashed bullshit. Vodka flow charts, sweet cherry pie charts, Rising broken torn out hearts.
It's weird when you think that one of the most diverse groups in the world are also one of the most easily angered and self-assured.
Smoke dope Suck rope Peddle me some of your trussed up hope Faith based. In your face Oh look, here comes the Pope.
"All human things are subject to decay, and when fate summons, monarchs must obey" - John Dryden He twists and squirms to turn the truth around, an empty vessel making...
I've traded in my well-worn, Pasted-on smile, For the less-attractive, Undesirable reality Of a semi-vacant, Underwhelmed Me.
Religion was a story created by the Bourgeoisie (ruling class) to stop the Proletariat (working class) from rebelling because they were the ones spending hours and hours a day toiling in the fields...
That we do not cry at what we have become. A society that fears nothing but everything at the same time. A troop of fundamentalists who believe in nothing, least of all human life and common decency.
Life starts and ends with you...so why do you try so hard not to be yourself...idolise those who have done it when you should be doing it...praise those who made there own mold so you can be stuck in...
When you look right up at the stars at night You will see me reflected in their shine, For I am a feral piece of the world And what you see is all mine.
A generation lost to debt, an Empire up in flames. Fat, gluttonous and greedy, the bankers ate the blame.
I enjoy my life, but deep down when I have too much time to think, or possibly, the right amount, it's easy to feel slightly antagonised by the current times.
Bleach blonde hair and bright blue eyes: Oh but can you hear the sighs of a broken nail or an ignored text. A designer life, and I'm not talking Next.
-waiters who ask, "would you like to hear our specials?" & then proceed to list about 62 diff special without stopping to see if we care anymore -that stupid Josh Groban song, You Raised me Up,...