We love small comforts and short lived highs
We chain them together, to cover the lies.
The same ones you practice today
The ones designed to lead you astray.
We burn and chop and rape the land
But still it won't cater to our every demand?
No food for many, no water the same
I'm a pound to the penny, we're all to blame.
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Justsomegeeze (
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Great write
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