How unGodly
Is the sacred rush to work
In a speeding piece of junk medal
While chemicles are being sprayed from above
And people graduate from the unhappiness machine
Into a gloomy future.
Can we break the spell of the elite
So stay tough
On your feet
Look the life
The lies
All the crooks
In the eyes.
You may seem small
But like some midgets
You have some fight
In your blood.
Love is there for sure
Lots of it
But love never really rises
Where shit is
The lotus flower
Was also a mighter fighter
And love can cut with it's thorns.
No time for BS
Or BA's from hell
Or AA.
Get real.
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