Stericide

Awake in the real world, this is destruction, corruption, and now interruption from your everyday lives; a glimpse into a reality populated by dazed minds and dull eyes.

Brown, Black, White, Red, and Yellow none more shocked, none more mellow, these are the depths of demo graphical prey, equal to buy, free to choose between the most catchy song or flashy sign.

We are top dogs with bottom dollars..., get rich or die trying, this aint a game, it's a way of life, now give meaning to my soulless existence, and give treason to the righteous resistance.
Give pleasure
Give work
Give your days away
Yield no treasure
only entrapment enslaved

I pledge allegiance to the dollar, a misunderstood message from and unidentified caller.
So if I die before I wake, I prey the bank my soul to take.
Then will they repay all my debts, and clear my conscious.
My body
My time
Never ending
These crimes

Prison cell zoned residential housing
free to leave, but never return free of money,
you land your lives rot, comfort turned to running.

Freedom curbed by social mobility, it's no longer racism; but insanity.
young children playing their position
cops and robbers
reciprocation without inquisition
So how many times have you thought or bought an idea? Flew it on your flag pole of self desire and pathetic compassion. Yielding looks feeding off hooks in your ceiling.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, within the depths of a wallet, shrunken heads beg the differ; these individuals hold the key within a drifter. As jaded eyes fall on the city one arm begs for mercy the other cries forgiveness. Stumbling legs drunk with power intimidate others who fear and cower. This misshapen human poisoned with venom singeing their veins forever, and ever, this is a fantasy we live and encourage. A day to day job of routine ignorance

I am the wreck less abandonment of what once was.

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