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Don't Care
- What I lack has been hidden within all black, in attempts to win with a crack, at bat, against the truth that hits right in the sack, without facts to begin, lashing back through a sin, that is a little quick to act,
- Sparking a harsh react of words, from those who lack an action using a distraction, creating a faction, in disguise leaving no recognition with eyes lacking diffraction leaving the mission hidden under the lies,
- Fake feelings can not hide from the wise who can be defined not by lies but situations that threatens the demise of life that heightens a blatant act that only frightens the weak who are to afraid to speak.
- Why be afraid of a 'leak' unless the truth is not allowed to speak against those who prey on the weak throughout the week with an intent to seek under the sheets for a quick peek as exhilarating as climbing a peak.
- Bleak is what starts to creep in straight to the deep end killing others that are to afraid to leap in without an order to turn about. A wrinkle in time using a single shout.
- Left out, wanting a marching in place for a parade that's a suitable request from a child in the third grade but instead by a man who acts half that age who reminds us this isn't the bronze or gilded age, we are submersed in the orange skin rage.
- Whatever the gauge used to report workplace abuse will be overused in the next year or two. A literal complaint from floor to roof blocking 'Stormy' news yelling witch hunt to the tv crews. We were given the clues and yet still we lose.
- This isn't 'Blue's Clues', it's time to ignite the fuse,
- Leave behind those confused,
- Wanting more abuse as opposed to believing they were used,
- What's scary is we pushed aside any truths.
- Pushing away a tide that was only used to get a vote, refusing to lose,
- We had all the clues to realize through a manifesto type note due to business disasters.
- So let's see how the future handles this truth, as money is his only master.
- I'm not paying him any of my dues.
- With or against, divided reality is captured finally.
- Enough of the political speech, I'm dropping bombs on you to,
- Lacking a forth willing deal in, hope to find yourself up on end,
- But morals had to bend and this is meant to offend.
- Dust off the books and read lines with no hooks,
- Entertainment follows rules of those who are crooks,
- To you it's only about looks, but you most likely broke down in your spiraled notebooks,
- Lacking diction, paper empty, your attack is wimpy, no better than rooks.
- Can't stand against me, to cocky with word play, fire getting stronger day by day,
- No more talk about end of the world to scare me to go your way, this isn't Left Behind,
- No wine or dine, enough using not to rare of Blood Moons, literally creating
- A spiritually filled pandemonium, John Hagee time to hang up the podium.
- Your diet obviously didn't go your way, don't try and hide put down the sodium chloride and ride, away,
- This articulate rhythm of words may not be able to sway, I expect the floor to give way.
- Light the torch because I'm already going to hell, so it is claimed by the Church. So have a great day ,
- I'll send a postcard your way, as delusions control your mental contusions, get ready for nuclear fusion,
- A reaction that gives no satisfaction with action, throw the booze in,
- Act on your righteous sin, I'll sit back as our battle begins,
- No Challenger crew noted any wins. Just a loss by a catastrophic end.
- Not afraid to seal and send, not looking for a friend, no helping hand,
- Already stuck in quicksand, not trying to bend truth in, just calling it as I see in.
- Last line, then I'm leaving, no room to believe in, and to those who are fooled in and have no spine,~'Fin'
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