Poem

[joefis444]

Synchronize destruction, linked in malign corruption.

Fornicating harlots that crease on down to knees.

A fabricated justice with eyes to see a holder,

but scales tip to power and shelter an elite.

A f*cking mask to hide in, a funky life to buy,

dreams for the dreamer awaken to its lie.

A new kindred spirit lusting after greed,

money is the program they sell to make a slave.

And this world is our cell, with a consumer key,

we are locked behind the products no one really needs.

Edited June 24, 2010 by joefis444

[Rev.Reverence]

Nice!

[joefis444]

Nice!