Greed
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crossing from
the park
to the bank,
stepping over the remains of a grackle
on the grass
that glides
into the sidewalk
and
suddenly
dissolves
at the verge
You were greedy and it was your downfall.You went to Las Vegas and you lost it all.You lost seventy thousand dollars in one day.Your wife took the children and went away.
Been looking for affection
at a rich man’s resurrection
found plenty of gold
but little introspection
His friends cry crocodile
and the family’s lamenting
We stumble, we fall and we get upWe don't beg, don't kneel and we stand upFailure will never be an optionLife is about struggling and taking actionWe are living in a world full of hypocrisy
No loyalty
No royalty
No unconditional love
No clean white dove
Life is full of shocks, locks
You don’t miss me
And me neither Missy
Life is full of shocks and surprises
To the foodies, everything is about business
Once, we bartered every star,
Poached their paper light
And wrenched from Heaven those weighty gems
For want of better sight.
Silent cries reverberated
'Round the threadbare sky -
It was hard for her husband and child to believe what she had done.She ran off with a sugar daddy and abandoned her husband and son.She did her husband wrong but I believe what she did to her son was worse.
(This poem takes place in the year 1800)
You call yourself a Christian who has been saved.
But you're not a Christian because you have slaves.
They’re Out For THEMSELVES... !!!
They’re Out For THEMSELVES... !!!
You Can Tell If You Properly Give Them A... Smell... !!!
And Because of Anomalies In What They SELL...
Ya Know The World Is FINE It's Humanity's LOSS...
When We Decide To Behave Like DOGS... ?!?
The World's WAY BEYOND............................. ..
PAYING The Cost For Humanity's WRONGS...
Lemon
Lemon Tree
Lemonade
Everyone loves lemon
Lemon Tea
Lemon Bars
Sunshine and Lemon
Branches and leaves
Avocado Tree
Shading my lemon tree
What the hell, avocado?
My mind dances in shadows and confusion.
I don’t know what is real, what I touch, what I feel.
I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So I continue to continue, to pretend that I am real, that life is what I feel.
So It Seems That GREED...
Is Part of The Disease That Corona Breeds... !?!
So Fellas What's The Price You're Prepared To Pay …
To Spread Her Thighs And Get That … LAY … !!?!!
The fact is that you did not raise me
You neglected me
You betrayed me
You left me there to figure it all out on my own
Yesterday the wind blew
Fourthousand Sixhundred and Fourty Five
In a cardboard box
We lie awake
With our eyes sowed shut
By strings that hang from above
Like puppets we lie
Ya Know I Quite Enjoyed ... " Drag Me To Hell " ... !!!
That Flicks' Quite SICK ... !!!
In How It Toys With Thoughts That Dwell ...
Inside Us All About PITFALLS ... !!!
He sits upon his lofty throne,
with a crown all rusty gold;
Watching darkness all around;
Empty halls, lit no more, all joy gone.
Sunlight beckons, birds, bees, flowers-
His heart responds,
What Would You Do... " Just To Get Paid ... ?
Make Shady Moves or .... " ENTERTAIN " .... !!!
Well It Seems Nowadays That Many Try ... !!!
By ... Playing The Game of ...
you taste too much like money
the kisses aren’t sweet
less and less like cherry
no longer smooth like cream
love exchanged for luxury
silver plaited rings cold
the tang from fingers bloody
Poor Tony Blair His Job's Been A STRESS ... !!!
Well That's A Shame ... !!!
If He Wants Sympathy For Stress He Feels ...
He's NOT Just STRESSED He's Going INSANE ... !!!
Shall we continue searching for the end of the rainbow?
Or appreciate the majesty of the colored lines
The pot of gold might change your financial situation
But don't we learn more through difficult and arduous time?
Isn't Less Sometimes MORE ... ?
Those Words Sound GOOD If You're NOT POOR ... !!!
But Money DOESN'T Give You ... " LIFE " ...
And Life Is NOT Defined By PRICE ... !!!
But Is That ... RIGHT ... ?!?
The city was empty and so was my mind
The sky was gray and no clouds in sight
Judging by the drink in my hand, the clouds were in my mind.
I listened to the sounds of traffic
Some cry climate change Other's say they're deranged.As the conflict evolvesAll our lives are involved.Who's right or who's wrong?What's the difference?
Mother Earth weeps
Not with sorrow,
With rage.
Her rage is found in
The fire that razed Paradise,
The storm that destroyed San Juan,
wanting, a simpler form of greed.
greed is seen as a sin,
but for you, my dear, id count every sin and smile at them.
Monster
Alexis Beyers
There was a monster starving within,
never satisfied with what I gave to him.
The spring brings milk and honey
The season of love and birth
But we crave lust and money
And forget each moments worth
I see red rivers of blood
not merely puddles
You would think that this is a horror story
But this a contiguous continuous struggle
America you are a bully
Dear the worst of me,
Greed...
Why are you here?
I didn't need all these tears.
I didn't need you when i was younger
I used to live in a world
of freshly squeezed laundry,
Himalayan pink salt on Atlantic salmon,
and thermostatic, triple jet showers.
But now I live in a world
of re-worn t-shirts, mouldy
I feel a spark inside
it ignites when i feel your
lips on mine.
I see the look in your eyes
when your fingertips press against
the curvature of my neck.
There is warmth
The Dragons, they soaredAbove Mountains, through cloudsEach guarded a hoardClaws sharp, and teeth baredThey’d fight to the deathProtecting what they treasured most
Let me be honest, I can’t really express it, and I don’t know how I should break it down
*Sigh*
But ‘cause of you and the things you did, I’m happy you’re not around
Far into that ire sky rose
a suble glint
too quick deposed;
a mirror to what lies in throe.
yes, far beneath that acrid storm
lay jewlers' land,
The desire for knowledge, the desire for power
A wish to acknowledge, a wish to impower
The blood that flows throughout your veins
Over you, it does reign
Filled with greed, filled with desire
Once upon a time,
The fish that used to be a prince
Wallowed in his watery prison
Cursing his incompetence.
There was once a time in a far off place
A town sat about a strange, but not unfamiliar, monolith
Stood there a palace built on hate and waste
All she wants are diamonds,
And the glitter of soft gold,
With jewels the size of almonds,
And sparkling coins to hold.
Her goal is always growing,
Complete excess her aim,
He had nothing but a fistful of hope
Hope sewn in the dirt, watered by his mother’s tears
Hope. It would give them everything or nothing.
Gold--
Everything else has ceased to matter,
To exist
In his eyes.
The damned metal has taken control
Of everything in sight:
Of our once beautiful home,
Of my body,
Of his mind.
There was an old lady deep in the forest
Her house was much sweeter than all of the rest.
The walls were of cookie, chocolate and sugar
We mere mortals,
Are but temporal beings.
Drowned by the wine of luxuries
That life has to offer.
That being said, still suffices not
(Countless, numerous sins ongoing
Creating, still dreaming
Kids come in like snow on a winter’s day
All their smiles just light up my day
They come inside to run and play
America,
The Beautiful?
Home of the enslaved,
Where those who are brave,
Are said to have no brain,
Where freedom of speech is limited,
They say this is the land of the free, but how can that be
when the police are shooting black people like me.
Money is poison
our food, water, hearts
and head.
They don't want us to know,
but we already do.
Is honesty compltetely dead?
Symptoms of evil
there's no need for a cure.
Just treat what you can profit
and look the other way.
Whoever came up with the name America the Great, I would like to ask you what makes it so great?
The fact that it’s full of hate?
Here am I, as happy as can be!
For I live in a villa, with chariots, leaves of illusion, and precious treasure from Ophir.
Oh! How I delight in my many luxuries!
And there, rest my darlings, who come from very far.
What do I see in the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Fat minds grow restless, fed stories of the hardship and challenge of older days.
Pride blooms like a plague in the hearts of the prosperous.
When He was happyHe placed in the skyA thousand twinkling diamondsAnd the lover reaches up, up, up
To grab these tiny jewelsAnd add to his collection
Your greed flowers poisoned petals
Their immaculate beauty shielding truth
hunger in vacant stomachs will not quench
lust for shriveled greenery will never stop
and you my friend
are in chains to me
II looked up and saw a solemn darkness with muted stars that dotted the face of the sky like freckles (nary a constellation in sight!).
I wander throughout the world
in a chain of my own making
A chain for which I cannot escape
A chain that I drag
from continent to continent.
I made the chain
Link by link
If the entire world were molded into one being
It would have its hand extending out into space
Seeking the aid of another world
Man has devastated the planet
the dead leaves know so little
the swine and their eager snouts
scour the pile, although too brittle
swarming minds with no doubts
What am I to do with a sound that heeds no muse? - with this devil-red guitar that wears one string one octave high? I'm lying; I knew well that its sonic-auburn spell would disappear: now dirty bells
Where roses meet asphaltWither. Rot. Mold. Asphyxiate.Here lie collapsed towersHeat. Lost. Combustion. Timber.Angels fallen trumpet loudAshes. Feathers. Triumph. Lore.Time runs ever odd
I have been around and I have seen a lot.
And many a time I have been to the ballot.
Sometimes when I am looking around,
I see their ignorance being spoken out loud.
Voodoo priestess see the world that lives within our own,Sight is blind but chilling touch can reach within the bone.Gilded wishes pervert the mind to cheat the humble man,
I'm greedy;
I know it;
I quite like to show it
And although my dear mum might describe me as seedy
Deep down she just knows that I am very greedy.
I give gifts.
Tell Me Again of how your privilege is comparable to the suffering of those who built the pedestal you preside on.
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.
The animal was suffering cruel conditionsYou may ask yourself whyThe answer lay on monetary commissions The reason thousands of animals die.
Overuse, Overthink, Oversimplify
The degree to which we suffer is surely to the nth
Forced to lose humanity, when I can't pay my rent
Swear to god
You murdered me with whisperings
of trusted secrets now in fling.
Our trust you tore with rampant greed
and flaunted my foolish empathy
that marked you as my everything.
Green leads to Greed
yet I gaze outdoors
to discover green is synonymous with growth
what does this mean
we have been groomed from the first
green means go
chase the paper, not the dream
Buy the ammo You'll get a discount Courtesy of the NRA You know, the people who sit on leather Wear silk And sip the finest wine Courtesy of the assholes Who lack a moral compass And shoot to kill.
I
once liked
butterflies, because
you did. I was enchanted,
because I knew I couldn't hold
you. One day you would fly away
and say "Hold me like you love me".
I did. Fuck, at least I tried.
This is the daily grindtime we don't want to findso full it will destroy your mind
The pencil is blindwhite paper all linedwith tape we are kind
It starts with the whispers
Breathed into inhabitants' ears
The chilling wind-like purrs
They spread their material fears
"There must be more money!"
The voices belonging to no one sigh
Slow down slow down
No reason to get all worked up on this
Take your time, take your time
Never thought you'd be worrying over this
Money's a lie, it's a lie
Such gallant knight went down in flightsuccumbing to the shadow lured to his death by whisper's breathwhile seeking El Dorado. Came the shade within the glade
Stupendously surreptitiousInnuendo on the rocks.Deliciously denigrated,Drunken with the fox.Imbibed and steeped like Earl Grey,Steaming under the white collarOf studio-excellent executivism.
The harshest light is the one,
we choose to use to see.
The blemish of society has become,
a billboard of tragedy.
With beauty's definition,
now warped in the minds of our youth.
The best thing that money is good for is that it tells us that God is who we should trust.In the Garden of Eden, God gave life to Adam after creating him from dust.
Dogs don't fly,
Chickens just die,
Why try to get by,
If we are meant to die?
Are we alone on this dot?
Suspended in space,
so far from it all.
But yet we kick and moan,
they look at me and all agree
they think im a stuck up white girl
like, "she probably gets all her shit for free"
ive got blonde hair, blue eyes.
and my skintone is real white
College, one powerful place to change our lives. A place that strikes fear STRONG emotion. A place that some can't even get a chance to start. Parents with other ideas not focused on your future but there's.
Take heed,
All who have succumbed to greed.
For there will come a day,
When the sky will fade.
In the dark you shall hide,
With no one by your side.
Your soul shall be distraught with shame,
We all have a meaning to be in this world.
What is mine?
I am not so sure yet, but I intend on finding out soon.
Soon, everything will be different. I'll be going away from those who have loved me in my darkest times.
She was jogging late one evening As every night she did Aware not of the treachery That falling darkness hid
Why the fuck do I have to pay for college?
I'm trying to educate myself & spread happiness to the world.
STOP!
WHATEVER IS DISTRACTING YOU...
STOP!
Live in the moment and listen up.
I am talking to everybody,
and I am hoping all of you will take these words to heart,
so please,
please,
Why do the good men get the bad luck?
Not moving cuz they all stuck
Going down stead a up
With not a person to love
Cuz being kind
Education is my love, to embark on a journey of truth revealed
Understanding the facts and using those facts in life to change the world
I get it.
We grow up.
Or maybe we grow out...
We grow out of clothes and shoes,
Maybe we can grow out of friendships.
I didn't want to.
I knitted my heart ten times bigger than I
As I look onto the ocean blue,
All I can think about is being with you.
Separated by the land and the sea,
All I want is for you to be with me.
It is a simple want that I beg,
Oh, you hate men? Why would you be a feminist? All guys aren't like that..That's so unfair.
She takes flight.
All the light in those babydoll eyes.
Broken.
Soars away from these hardships.
Tender hands burned.
In this seemingly painless discuise.
Don't leave me in the darkness.
"I have a dream" a wise man once said,
where everyone is created equal
But how is it that dreams could come
with a price tag that's deceitful?
They tell you growing up to always "shoot for the stars"
Life is like a shadow by Aymin ShataraWe chase it,it runsWe stop,it comesSun up , we goSun down, we comeNever stop, we want it bad
The U.S National Deficit May 6, 2014 at 11:47 am: $17,512,474,434,230
Like a law of nature
The more time that passes
The more that red number grows
And as a result, the higher the ceiling goes
Bright things, young ring-
masters of their own fate, future king-
pins, holding together the fabric of the state with
false silver lining on dark clouds of the economy
false hope, blindness - they all lie, trying
I am going to tell them what’s up
Something to think about while they sup
About good policy
Nothing really fancy
I’ll advocate refilling our cup
There are lions in jungles that roar with pride.
There are snakes in the grass, they're sly, they hide.
There are sheep led by pastors, so fluffy and round.
The wolves are just hungry, they wander around.
My dream job is not too popular, but one that completes me.
To feed the poor, clothe the naked, share some water if need be.
It calls me when I see the homeless.
It calls me when I feel hungry.
Do not give in to the power of Greed.
This, the only advice I can conceive;
From the lust of gold, we must be freed.
We plant it now, destruction's seed,
Our selfishness, so naive.
If I could close my eyes and count the three,
there are certain things I would change about the world around me.
Earth is such a wonderful place to live,
It is such a shame humanity takes yet fails to give.
The consistency of life continues to unfurl,
The ignorance of mankind will end the world.
A tangle web, tangle lives
But take a look deep down inside
Greed consumes, greed takes
It makes my heart ache
Children working for cents
Children starving in the trench
Envy, that monster that fills our hearts with malice.
Its constant spirit of abhorrence, never ending.
Aspirations turned into avarice.
Give a baby a hundred-dollar bill
She’ll shove it in her mouth
And immediately spit it out
Because she’d rather suck her own thumb
She hates the taste of strangers’ fingers
That is just gross to her
What would you change?What would I change?When not just one thingEven more than just a few come to mindWhat does that say?TrappedIn a world whirlwinding in such disarray
There is change great and small,
At times it feels as though it doesn't matter at all.
So many things that go on
That could fill a hundred songs,
Never get to see the day of light
The waste is not made clear, the shame never seen.
The darkness covers all things, yet we believe we're clean.
"I am shameless," we pridefully say,
Then hide our feelings by the end of the day.
A talk with my conscious
He like me
I like him
Ahhh, no I don't
He's always on me.
Giving me hugs
What's wrong with that?
I don't like him
Or I'm not sure
What I Would Change
An Original Poem by Julianne Kuzmanovic
There’s a lot in this world
That just needs fixin’!
The economies, the governments, their laws,
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
In hard times as these
Life has a strong cost.
To be begging on your knees,
And all hope to be tossed.
I too, was the child who longed see a meal.
I saw lavish spending from a friend.
The problem with America, is wrong people are in the lead. Our government is corrupt with an exsessive amount of greed.There are children dying, there are parents crying, and all you can see is corporate sighing?
The opportunities given to us by the mother Life herself
Have been stored into our vault of love and hope
That shines at the tip top top of the hills
So high up nobody can see
with their own
I feel the mysterious paint dripping down like a cape
Containing the worlds lies that I thought I could escape
My pockets have been picked
But why mine?
They are nearly empty
The paper goes as it comes in
There must be a hole in there
Who would do such a thing?
Little boy Joe and twin brother Nicky,
Play pirate outside and often are icky.
In their dad's study they find a large chest,
And small captain fingers get it all sticky.
A league of oppressors, power-hungery and lusting for blood.
A coalition of liars bound together by misinterpretation.
A collection of cheats, blinded by greed.
A murder of crows, watching the world from above.
through the day and night, a king made his pay
he lived a rich live life, with nothing in his way
although ruler of the land, something was missing
he desired a friend, whose soul wasn't greedy
Greed knows nothing about preservation
all is knows is pure elevation (with no guidance)
lies occur during this rise full of corruption
like a careless driver, greed hits a dead end
What far too many people fail to realize
The addiction of wealth is just as serious
as cocaine or gluttony, just more civilized
Wall Street watches constantly, imperious
They snatch away vulnerable loved ones
Shocking Failure, Blinding success
The only difference, A thin white line
We always make, A great big mess
With it we define, the meaning of life
The need to realign, without much strife
To impose our odds, beyond our right
I've tried to make sense of it all,
but reasoning fails, which leaves me falling
down again, to where I began
to misunderstand this life.
If the only absolute
is the knowledge that there's no truth,
It was during one hot summer’s day—the Sun—ripe—Fat—That a droplet of sweat—fell to the grass—lifeless--dead—flat—
Constant obsession over Earthly possessions
causes anger, aggression, continuous stressin'
ends with loss and depression and funeral processions
did I mention that these are the Devils intentions
Love is something everyone wants. Tainted by sex, but love is love. Everyone fights to get it. Thats why love is a battelfield. Better bring your sword to cut off anyone in your way. And bring your sheild to deflect the lies and cheaters.
What would the world be like if there was no such thing as money?
Would it be a better, simpler life?
With no greed; no killing or fighting to be rich?
How would it affect everyday people?
I be sleeping while awakeGirl kiss me while I wakeMoney ain't a thingNot for the gold chainPeople go insane all for the fame
Sleeping soundly in their beds
children rest their little heads
but what lurks beneath their beds?
creepy creatures from places you dread?
Their sure to give you the most wonderful scare
My uncle once told me
never to smell money;
for liking the smell of money
is selfish, I suppose,
greedy,
as if the green scent is blood
in an ocean infested with sharks
I am from lands which weep rain unto us all;From cozy tapestries of cloud and trees like the fingers of God.I am from the sweet, bastard child of Gaia and Hephaestus,Where Nature dances the waltz with Industry
I will wait for your mark.
Blank stares as you manipulate me,
sway me with your words
abuse me to spread hate or enlighten the other masters
for I am your slave
waiting for your mark.
For 18 years I've been lost about being lost and tossed around by meaninglessness
Worried about pieces of paper in the future
For the last 2 years, I've been eating the last doughnut
And sneaking a glass of wine
Writing lights the path of ever darkness
A darkness that consumes all emotions
Feeling has ceased, sight has ceased, taste has ceased
Senses taken over by the evil
A beast that knows absolute no loving
I cry because I know that I am strongI know that I have grownI have come so far from that girl who used to longStaring out of the window hoping for a world where I belong
Gambling is a sin, so never begin,
Money madness makes it more maniacal,
Stacks against itself the odds of real success,
It should see it’s blessed, learn to rest well,
Don’t send yourself to hell,
You wake up, eat, drive to work, drive home, sleep- repeat.
What is this?
Am I truly happy?
We begin in the womb for a time.
Born and as we grow, the cycle restarts once again.
What is my purpose?
What is this?Greedy beasts feeding on your suffering.Stuffing their faces with ... ah the money you gave them. The money which was supposed to help you. Instead it became a feast for the monsters.
Bright flashing gold and green hypnotic,
It’s plain this substance is narcotic.
Desire that we can’t ignore,
The more we have, the more we adore,
Contemplate capturing currency,
Chasing it like creatures chaotically like it was an emergency.
When your funds fill fellows’ fingers,
Exiting your own, making you one of the malingers.
As life goes on, we dwindle away,
From fighting and lying, everyday.
We place ourselves to lose the race,
By putting ourselves in a never-ending chase:
To be the best
To be number one
Wall Street
Stock market
For some people
it's their
Easy Street.
Whenever I think of that phrase,
I think of Annie
and the song
sung by Hannigan
and her brother
The stockings hang
As He did
A tree will rise in lighted splendor
With dozens of round twinkling eyes
All iris- all colors- they hang
Children and all expecting
Sixty seconds moved like frozen molasses
on to a hungry man's biscuit.
When I was five years old.
We lived for candy and ice cream.
We worried about eating our greens.
If only money were truly blind
That way children wouldn't be left behind
Domination creating class
Allowing greed to keep its free pass
I have met the ugliest man
That ever has survived
His cheeks are sallow holes
And his hair has never thrived
Upon his fingers delicate
Sit the rings of fortune and fame
The world is SPINNING OUT
I have no utter doubt
That history repeats itself
And its happening now.
Do you think for a moment
That this would not happen?
Warfare in the world
I don't keep the worlds histories
I don't solve the worlds mysteries
And I am not their story keeper
I am no mans scribe.
That is not my life.
His Harmonica he played, sweet melody, music reached out to me like sun rays, penetrating my skin on a summer day, and I observed from a distance, not too far away, an old man with gray hairs, running down the sides of his face, an old coat he wor
Old kids as an society will eventually take about 30 prescriptions pills, but as humans we suffer from greed. Our greed complains for more life, but to have had life is enough. Our greed stems from fear, the fear of being casket sharp and gray.
Fall to the ground, you dirty swine!
No greedy liar shall have mine!
Taxed and found profiled past measure,
yet still feeling immense pleasure.
That's you isn't it, greedy pig?
Drinking some whisky, like a swig?
Of all the loves, you lose more. They
pry the closed opening to the
crowd, whom cries the cries of dead ones.
To the trees, the trees with tall leaves!
Put the piles where no one can see!
I know not of why they seek green:
to me it seems quite queer.
This yearn keeps many very lean.
While some seek to live with their leer,
some live without a home:
they have no graceful sheep to shear.
On hands and knees my wrists move
with the rhythm of my labored breathing,
scrubbing these floors and hoping
that working just hard enough
can wash away the sins of this system
we didn’t ask to be a part of,
How could you not understand?
How badly the rich has the upper-hand
When everybody is chasing the dollar
They will always have us under their collar
And under their commands we holler
If money grew on trees
my life would be at ease
No one knows how I feel
never knowing when I'll have my last meal
Seeing the for sale sign in the front yard
needing money so much but its too hard
The milling, the tilling, the toiling, the killing,
for nothing more than a shilling, a shilling.
Carelessly sowing, selfishly growing,
fearing the gale of a harsh wind blowing, blowing.
Ignorance is killing a man, a man with great potential.
And this ignorance that I speak of, is coming down like torrential rain.
There is no way to escape it, no escape plan.
There you see, He comes a'knocking,
Wind is blowing, house a'rocking.
To know! To know what parcel He brings,
Would entice the greatest of kings.
His walk is strong, His stride is sure,
Chicago shall rise again.
This phrase, from ashes rose
But I see a city again with flames rising high
Not of fire but of hatred, racism and crime.
A Chicago whose politicians are varied
What moves us currently
Is it money, be it currency
It chokes the breathless
As it starves the hungry
Because the absence of power
Is the absence of currency
The power to move
The power to act
One brain for admission
Two to commence the submission
Three for a laugh track
Four the media is out of whack
Bashing is on my resume
You want my soul, how much will you pay
Selfish desires
Thrive in our society.
Lurking in every human mind
Slowly
Slowly
Tearing all compassion away.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I look right and left.
To find my surroundings sky high of bodies, and I wonder why.
Far off into the distance, I can see it, The Resistance.
The swaying of the trees
Puts me at ease
In the midst of anger
The strong wind against my face
Brings me to reality
Realities of the world
A land a sunder
One side thunder
The other strife
But both of plunder
A schism of people
Eager to greet you
Naive, standard
Skeptics, deceitful
The world is full of lies, greed, & lust;
The simplest definition of the most of us, as compilation;
We, not understanding how to be united as a people, have adopted racism;
The world is on fire
Amongst all the lies
should we give into desire?
For what do they yearn
leaders so greedy
can they not see us burn?
Welcome to this place
Where judgment is our game
We'll chew you up and spit you out
You'll never be the same.
What inspires me is when you don't read,
you refuse to look into a world that I'm forced to perceive.
What inspires me is when i sit here and bleed,
lay here and shed tears,
cry, cry and plead
People all caught up on diamond rings
Showing up in all those shiny things
Man, I just wanna meet someone who owns their things
Instead of putting them on pedestals, under crowns, like kings
Come to me, oh child of the green.
You're ways are cruel and mean.
And I, the beast, am calling you home.
To the depths of darkness unseen.
Fallout
Listen to the children cry
As you watch their mothers die
Empires fall before their eyes
Led by a power who all despise
