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Planet Corruption


Not a sound, not a word, not a noise to be heard
Is an action no one ever follows
We do the opposite, open our mouths so everyone hears all our thoughts word by word
Yet we don't think about what consequences ever follows
Innocence is a make-up in which male & female love to gas it up daily
And the good people left are infatuated with the cover up & get hurt with it greatly
What they show you face to face is just a mask, to make them seem like the good ones
But behind closed doors, they reveal themselves & eventually show off their loose crumbs
This world is just a corruption, full of people with interruptions, of joy & their consumption is the tricks left without a function
If only this world had a brain, then the people won't act the same & we won't relive this same old game of tricking people & rejoicing with pain
My oh my, has my mind been dumbfounded with scenes that should be deleted
Scenes where the rating is unbearable yet the source just decides to leave it
If you as a human would have some self respect & maybe a tad bit of intelligence
Then you wouldn't be acting like Playboy is the only one you have for your letter of reference
Where's the self-respect anymore? Where's the dignity in life?
I guess extinction hit real hard on subjects that distinguishes the wrong from the right
It seems as though society is proud to be exposed & never be ashamed of it
They act as though the comments they get is their trophy & success is never their aim to live
Percentages of people becoming successful & going forth with life is dropping due to stupidity
And the only percentage rising up is the wet lock babies left to live alone in the night sky humidity
Sad to see that corruption has become the new worldwide pandemic
That keeps infecting these people with a mind of a sponge, it soaks up what it wants & develops their bad habits
People ask,"Why is this happening to this world? Where is God to promote good incentives?"
Well my question & answer which is to all of you confused minded, "when you took God away from the picture, where was it that you sent him?"
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