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Twisted Society


Acid rain, comes down and pollutes our drain. Fills it with toxins and causes us pain. But this is not due to the water cycle, that we feel induced by NyQuil or that we are told to kill or eat krill. I will not apologize, I will not lie nor cross my heart and hope to die but I hope they'll cry when they ask us why we intend to make their brains fry. Sometimes I wonder sometimes I ponder if I can say in this planet any longer. It isn't the reality we are trying to escape, we're no more important than some brain washed apes. The fact is the only way to free your mind is to take a second to look inside and realize that the real lies coincide with the intention to faithfully die in a place where you don't have to try to be nothing compared to the naked eye. Trippy thoughts overcome the mind, peace and happiness is not hard to find while ascending down the patriarchal line to find a man to lead us there, instead of killing thousands without a care. Presidents stand at a podium of lies, inspired by the intention to do right. When really it's the opposite in which they deny, the fact to do wrong or take a second to look left to find a new way to bring us to happy days. Conspiracy theories haunt the mind, making you think all isn't fine. Truth is the only place you can find the desirable is the place which you mind more admirable. War for peace killing for safety, kind of a twisted society aren't we?

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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