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Greed is Universal


The world is steady turning backwards

becasue we lack words

of something we half heard

 

People arm themselves with bombs on a vest

middle easternly dressed but yet

the harmless can't make it past security check

 

Wars heated to a boil

they're told to watch the recoil

don't shoot anywhere or anyone that's helping us get this oil

 

Your money for certain

means more than you as a person

that's the motto of the greedy serpants that are steady lurking

 

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mrmister17

Jr in high school who thinks writing things into rhythm is better than preaching to the choir.

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