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Delusional Nightmare


I am a walking delusional nightmare But only because society has taught me not to care. Yet to care to much Always going though life on a crutch Because life will keep you broken & beaten down But it's all the ass holes in society who wear the crown But they don't know how to use it They just know how to abuse it And the rest of us are all just screwed And there is only a fine few That knows this isn't how it's supposed to be But most of us don't pick a fight with destiny But the ones who do gotta fight the other strippers These people aren't that chipper But I never said they were Then again I'm not even sure That this sounds alright Maybe I should just call it a night But the world are flowing onto paper Stabbing my mind like a rapier As the world keeps spinning And the dough bags keep winning Only left to fuck k over the rest of us There is no one left to trust So we are all on our own All our broken pieces have been poorly sewn- back into place But a few pieces are missing Let the underdogs be rising To avenge the injustice of their brothers So they must kiss their mothers goodbye Because in the end we all gotta die...
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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