Berate the estates dumps
Bumps in the road that held us back
Slack- morals? Who cares
Dares to tell us what to feel
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I only know of the soot,
the black,
I’m like the cat
it stains and pains
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No right to life,
No right to death,
Existential battles with a forsaken priest,
An outcast, a believer in his own god,
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So long since the pebbles that meddled amongst
The rougher stones buried over ancient bones
That made islands of their own.
So long since the sea line brine was washed
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A diamond stuck in a throat
Comfort food making a coat
wrap up warm miss energetic
enigmatic engine, built for progress.
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