No one should ever live in true comfort,Without a fallen tear as the world outside cries naked in the rape we call economic harvest of toxic energies that fuel our single passenger commute with demons,Leave behind all hell on earth as she beseeches stewards of those that remain,Sadly we've grown complaisant as accomplices to her murder along with millions of children we're not civilized we're submissive peasant hybrid human demons hooked up on sedated repetitive willingness.
As they pray,Take this life but let me be,Comfortable oh God unresponsive to thee,Children starve while we seduce our weakness into submission of thought,Compliance to achieve glass house security we slave endlessly to appease a monetary unequal harvest deadly ever decaying regret filled dream.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Double Shot: Poem of Power Series
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