The end is the beginning is the end.
I'm spinning the four folds of horsemen
Everyday I wake up and see pretty things destroyed.
Harmony, deplored.

The bees are dying… I'm not crying
Why can't I … and
Oh? my story isn't finished yet.

I am, after all, still … incomplete.

I still don't listen,
the victim, never.
When i see what they do
I see how they're clever.
Someone told me they can even manipulate the weather
Whether I believe that or not
I've seen enough shit to make time stop, turn it's head and cough.

I soak it all in
While it pools up in doubts
They're all perpetuations of spins and shouts
SUGAR'S NOT GOOD FOR YOU,
SPIT IT OUT!

They're selling the skins
it's HIV for the win
Push a button for the binge
The neighbors are all hooked on H
The kids are being raped
Celebrity deaths are all the rage

An old lady friend was beaten
over a guy stealing
her computer and mac card
hired help to find is so hard.

Who prescribed the house Ritalin and Benzodiazepines?
Why are we giving Oxycotin prescriptions to teens?
Teaching them to eat pills before they drink the water?
it's all tainted, so what does it matter.

The Priest is telling you what is right to live,
meanwhile he's giving his dick to the kids.
Mother's murdered by their daughters
for not being allowed to borrow
the car
to score for
that shitty demon injected into her core

White powders are trap.
They take your power and don't give it back,
They don't want you to care.
They don't want you to see.
They want you holed up in a closet
out of your mind – unaware and unassuming.

I fought the demon in someone else's being
and it fought back
it broke me
it woke me.
it spoke to me
as he sobered up behind five inches of glass
it's current, not past,
and i'm still trying to see the future
but you can't see the forest
through all the trees
when everyone obscures it
like a fucking disease.

~~~~~~~~ luv R.
https://www.facebook.com/robyn.wildchild12
psycho.
"Institutions encourage us to consider the opinions they sell as "facts" and that we "believe" rather than question the morality they pitch."
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