Rumors and lies, jealousy and racism
anxiety and depression is the way this country faced them. Fight amongst each other the rich ride on top the poor Then we Justify our hatred firing missile across shores. We all sang from sea to shining sea. But justice can't be served where lies control democracy Disguising truth to the youth with homosexual distraction Gender fluid fiction trans people perceptions Recollect the year when Trump grabbed a woman's box Now picture him as trans no longer the sly fox? Such a sad song where our weirdos can't win the straits aren't the norm and hormone shots made us thin. If we settle all our differences then we'll positively make it. Our hearts will beat together negativity won't break it.
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How heavy the load he carried seem to be, it weighed him down. The more he tried to get rid of it, the more he just couldn’t let it go. Like a parasite scourging across an under-developed country no remedy seemed to be in sight. As if it had latched onto him and was feeding off his most vital organs. He could hardly breathe at times. His vision was blurred in more ways than one. His friends and family avoided him as to not have to deal with the side-effects or help him in his dire straights. If only he could find a cure then maybe this thing wouldn’t be feeding off of his morality. Even his fiance had a hard time with him because the plague of love had him in its fiery grasp, he knew he was in trouble the more he stayed this way but how could he love to hate love?
Why must I always look down, when I'm already much closer to the ground? Like the sights of what's above haven't any charisma, echo or oft repeated stigma. It explains the height of my burden.
The height of my burden it explains, my ultimate hatred for taller things. Like the dirt we return too beneath our feet. Waste and feces is my frequent treat. It explains the height of my burden. Like the stone I'm toughest foundation, The perfection of my own creation. So why must I be sadden by truth, that I have not grown since my youth. It explains the height of my burden. The height of my burden it explains, that I am much taller when I stand on things. Wow I say to this upper view, when looking down is all I do it explains the height of my burden. From the time our adolescent feet quickly grew into and grew out of shoes
We look back at where we went wrong such a sad song Piles of bodies layer the soil like trash in a heap Slowly decomposing and yet our focus is the way We disposed of our adolescent shoes, We could have saved the earth now sun rays burn those souls Creating fumes that choked all but the upper class So we capture a moment in time where we went wrong. Adolescent shoes Metro police rush to the scene
As a demon’s head has broke through the soil People stand by in horror With one question: is this the end of days? |
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