The sky is blue, sunshine on my shaved face,
I worry about the future of the human race.
Aside from that, what a beautiful day,
But the chemtrails still won\'t go away.
Threw my sweatshirt over a shoulder,
Writing more rhymes for the poetry folder.
Oil, money, credit scores and spiritual wars,
These wicked times don\'t deserve applause.
I\'ve explored half of Earth, visited many places,
NPC\'s can\'t change their foolishly fickle stasis,
Pondering much and trying to remain positive,
Our lives to live were Jesus\'s big sacrificial give.
He still woke me up from a cold-hearted matrix,
AI terminators will be hunting and chanting 666.