……Sure wish evolution would come faster; not like some type of futuristic ray gun blaster, tired of new ideas that leave us plastered, our scientific studies can’t penetrate its masters, whose just two steps up from being spell casters, manifesting lies through science have produced fake triumphs, it has served many clients, took the world up and down through many climates, better at making fake diamonds than fake food, the billionaire’s greed is the ghoul in Scooby Doo chasing them kids at top speeds, increasing their prices before their needs, coming up with ideas like name brand bandages, while the rest of the world bleeds.
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- Published: February 16th, 2025 18:20
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With the rhyme and internal rhym as well as the meter it again sound so rap. Love it.
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