A SURFACE OF LAND AND SUN

i BIG, the people beg the people
slaying this world
it doesn’t need an operation
we got mouth and got heart
and a sutured doctor in health plans
b l e e d i n g       small
we have thoughts, we rattle run
and shadow soldiers don’t kill
the strange –> it is us       it is us
running through gutters surviving
within a world of queens and kings
running along with sewer rats
wishing we one day we find a surface
of land and sun — i beg the people
, big people slay these motherfuckers
who have no mind and no soul
and give me another bullet cause i
see one running straight for me!
Politicians, religious demons, wall-
street fags eating everything we
built upon our knees and i’m all
so alone i can’t forgive my maker
so alone i can’t forgive my seeker
i’m so sadly me
i’m so sadly me

:: 09222015 ::

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