26 November 2012
The shores ebb & flow Smashed and slow Expanding crying grow , Just a little more , thirsty Waste'roo water stealing be thy foe,
Tensions tot ,collective heads grow insanely hot, people bout to blow ,Fan , meet shit store , Commonly called a Cop ,a self righteous whore,
No more, No!
Life's too short , I wont ever ,tip toe About slavery of the globe , I would rather rot , tossing truth strobes I am the abbot
Moving through the agonal groans,
Just stop!
Suppose our supposition won't hop , Until bloods spilled, slayed in judge robed in steel,blood mopped , our taxes bought
Death squads destructively grim modes,chopped , within evil thoughts
Every loved one , is a corpse that now walks, # cashed now ,their shell floats , Lifeless- decayed bloating ,shit outa luck , in flux no hints For a senseless search for bank notes bent, by punks, these death dealers denote ,unrelenting , Caught in endless material spokes,no monks , loveless ,alone their last breath mistaken automatons stuck , sickening dotes, no tears fall, for the misguided chest whom croaks ,a souls sunk ,it self smote , Free Will sitting duck boats , Dismissive of human potential , Demote , turn to ghostly implosions , Inhaling ethereal smoke , these elite living will forever outvote You simple folks ,while deleting truth I wrote by remote , end-inner-Quote , bad form , in inadequate etiquette by endless clones endlessly in mimic of John Endecott,
every one of em a joke!
Tron programs lacking spiritual yokes , or can abolish or block humanities progress with a single rifle scoped shot
,only the blind can't see what's been their plot , middle class monetary rot
Monitory -
, till every man women and child is layed destitute , broke , Our land is whats sought , build a factory to fail ,jobs drop, an unaffordable hell an army of unstoppable perceptive business dreadnought snares see humanity as commodity like money crop fairs ,unanswered prayers our freedom within that town ,is what's sold then Bought in shares Never stops ...no one cares
Deserve all we wrought ,ya we our what brought this suffering streaming heartless leers from never once having fought , downing from Fears -
By our ignorant ability to ignore , all the lies leaking through the floors , for them to be rich , I must be poor , What the fuck for?
, was Lincoln's history of equal greenback money , moved from fact to lore? New gen children will implore , Remember , seek thy core , reject war , deep in your mind lay the secret door , realize we're meant for so much more , Fuck Lenore We shall always be EverMore.
EverMore! • Opuss № I