Reaping the Over Soul

wolfwaff • 43 followers

Sit back chill
Surf the suffering
Too much equidistant losing
It's time for the standing of something
Enough nothing begot nothing
Stop bluffing
Wait for the cuffing
The nail in the coffin
The reapers not stopping
Belief hopscotching
Love to hatred hopping
A self loathing shopping
Truth in self needs adopting
The bubble burst
Popping
Cruelties not topping
Society grows cold
Who's fire wood chopping
The blood needs mopping
For what's been plotting

Life's a unit that needs cropping
Human potential , belly flopping
But I'll still keep hoping
A wine bottle fleets popping

An over soul unused
Is rotting

#existential-poetry #general #psychological-struggle #social-commentary

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Comments & Feedback (2)

Nov 17, 2012 at 11:45 PM

Great Lyrics Wolf Brother!

Jan 14, 2013 at 7:30 AM

Dude, ima read some of your shut right now

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