Deliquents

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We're just juvenile

Passing around the blunt

It tastes of disappointment and stress

The feeling is rough

The smoke clouds our eyes

We laugh yet it's hollow

It seems that we have nothing inside

That isn't as bad as it seems

That is just one less soul to bother

We tell meaningless jokes

And smoke our life's away

We are the meaningless youth

There is nothing more I can say

We are here to crush the world

The generation that creates the ruins

The damage has already been done

By us, the deliquents

/k.p./

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