I wanna be known
But not like sitting in a big throne
With a crown made of lush gemstones
But when I'm gone and turning to bone
I want people to walk by and point out my headstone
See I got this vision
It goes like this
The world lives in harmony
And everyone knows bliss
We only have one life
This is it
So why the fuck are we wasting it?
I have a theory
Some think it's meek, bleak, and starting it would be eerie but dearie we could be cheery and that makes me teary.
What if this place here is heaven?
Life is a blessin', a concession of happiness, pleasant presences and progression.
But it's rotting to the very essence of oppression with active aggression against anyone less than the one percent...
That's suppression.
This obsession with monetary possessions is retrogression, putting the people and the nation into a reactive manic depression.
If something doesn't change this shit isn't going to stop.
When does it become too much?
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A Little Bit About Me
RandomI'm not really sure where the direction of this story is going to go. I anticipate it will be a mixed bag of anything and everything. Not sure how often I will update, but it will happen.
