Dead Society
Crowds going wild yet I'm laying in bed,
People being murdered but I was snoaring they said,
Cherries petals and whipcream all over the bed,
Blood and bodies mangled, rest in peace to the dead
But how can we live so calmly when injustice is being served,
WHY OH WHY IS OUR SYSTEM SO DEAD.
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