Cap pulled down,
Negative thoughts I drown.
Rhymes pulsate out of me,
We're all on a different frequency.
Chemtrails in the air,
Let me pull up a chair,
Making money is not why we're put here.
Gold will blind,
They're laughing on the other side.
Try to uplift the depressed,
Helping should be a conquest.
This society is wrong,
I'll write in blood my swan song.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2024 04:24
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It's not a society we're suddenly troubled by, as if it's never happened before. It's the same old 'society' of human beings, with whatever good or bad things each one has or does naturally. 'Tis what I think and believe.
I agree but it is as though many have woke up to how wrong things are if that makes sense.
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