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Human Complexion


Fuck metaphors and similes

my life is not a hyperbole.

I'd like for you to know I stand up for unity.

I keep it sweet and simple, see

as to not to confuse you.

Because humans as you know have a virtue;

We avoid reality to excape fatality.

Searching for a meaning of life

all we really want is immortality.

So hear me out, what I'm trying to say  here is...

Our earth, our life, our world,

its dying, 

Literally, metaphorically, physically.

The government does it,

the media hides it

and us? Society? We abide by it.

We are decieved by the very need to succeed.

While all the corporations sit there enjoying their greed

and all I want is for us to be freed.

U.S. puts up a front like royalty,

but we're just like any other third world country.

Living in poverty since middle class is no more a commodity.

We can no longer sit here blindly

accepting what we are told violently.

We need to start a movement.

Give history some improvement.

But I can feel your bigotry,

so lets get this shit straight.

You need to collaborate

because I can already anticapate what they will not tolerate.

I bet as I speak about this passion somewhere someone is saying its  a fascist fashion.

But I can assure you its the greatest passion a girl can imagen.

Our generation could get us liberation if we tried.

But instead we sit around watching tv while our brains get fried.

So, lets get some retribution and start a revolution.

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