drive suspicion to a letter unwritten, show up an hour late |
for those unbelievable mountains of grains that are eaten
in late summer by those damn people of a god that doesn't
exist. or rather control an uncontrolable society that runs
amuck on streets of gold. those who think they know only know
that they will only be a truely unrefined culture of uncreative
creatons that belief they are oppressed but are accually more
free than their own minds. these ones stress until their hair
turns white but cannot uphold their own "truths of selfevidence."
they cry out for freedom yet refuse to free another yellow donkey
or bright orange puma with blood red paws that never change.