When all the absolutes have faded us,
Just can’t take on the championships.
Killed over stupid, we are so all dying,
Much like those bastards owned lying.
We’ve kept on repeating our miseries,
As this coldhearted world’s a mystery.
Jumping from all the faded masteries,
Unconsciously we are born in factories.
Losing religion, since you’ve been gone,
How can my house be a warm home?
We lost wars, blood wound’s splattered,
And a nerve to ask “what’s the matter?”
I’ve been throughout many wars in life,
No, I’m not a soldier carrying that knife.
Since you’ve been gone we’re so missed,
Goddamn, this perfectness all pretend?
Since when have I’ve already been gone?
It’s like y’all see me and you so are fond.
Miseries and woes, when have I begged?
Man, these people began off so regretted.
My world is a mystery, we are so known,
What if our children are us when grown?
Is our country of thee sweet like liberty?
“What the…” I ask when I’m in miseries.
Haven’t we all been known for something?
Just can’t bow down and start kissing a king?
Over and over again we are known for all,
Our country a sweet land of what we call?
From sea to shining sea, we’re all so there,
I once said, “So what c’mon what do I care?”
Hug your friends don’t do it to all enemies,
I wished I won something at the Grammys.
Killed over stupidity, we’ve all begin dying,
C’mon dude, it’s not like I’ve started off lying.
I’m about to be created with pure geniuses,
Man, this seems like I am using all excuses.
Poetry
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