They say money is the route to all evil.
But the road to success.
I say money brings out the flames and fire, hell, and well, you know the rest…
Blood red traded, souls soaking
As the soldiers exchange it for that green
It all melds together, it's a nightmarish scene
Once you get right there in the center
And understand the point, define the dream
It's a death trap with a cluster of vultures, they work as a team
Demons bursting through your skin
As you trail a nature walk of chaos, fevered with zoonosis, they burst through the seams
It's a syphilitic trip that causes you to holler and scream!
The only escape is to shred that paper;
Turn around, stop chasing the evil green
To end the horror show, to murder the cravings, to forget the obscene.
© copyright 2018Route To All Evil, Pt. I (Greenery Surrounds Us) Nicole D'Settēmi
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