Quarter-Life Crisis
• Written by Kanvas
Quarter-Life Crisis
Preached to as kids,
We could not understand,
Reached through our lids
Polymorphous like sand
Our endeavors would lead us to darkness consume
Destined to be nothing once outside the womb
My teachers they spewed a false scripture on me
Like preachers ignorant about the lessons they teach
Godly expression for mortals to hear,
Undoubted exalted omnipresence here
Understood through fear, obey those you can't see
Our words here are gospel, no way you can be
Anything better than who you could dream we
Made sure of that when we wrote all the books
And embedded our hooks
Freemason design
This pseudo portrayal
Of understood time
Will soon be forgotten
Devices connect
Deep into all minds
My virus infects
They say they prepare us for
Life as adults, like animals
We adapt and soon we find all the holes
We can fall into we are programmed to
No point in going against it
Through careful selection and
Words subconsciously connected
To mathematical projections
Identified already by those who
Have rectified temples to honor them
And the knowledge we've been blessed with
We'll never hear it
It's disguised within language ancient in origin
Lies we've been fed by the big men controlling
Who know it's power
So for now, we cower
Like animals
They have us caged and we slave for them
Days haven't changed as these wages stay slim
Preached to as kids,
We could not understand,
Reached through our lids
Polymorphous like sand
Our endeavors would lead us to darkness consume
Destined to be nothing once outside the womb
The streets are the reason they stay in those big
White buildings and pleading to change
The laws right out from under us
Pretending we vote for all of this
Then lending no hand when it spins out of control
Crying about people concerned about
Not having the food stamps they need to
Feed their families, I've learned
They just can't be trusted
For our freedom they've lusted
Since the Founding Fathers
Made that deal with the Freemasons
In God we trust , huh?
School was the reason it took so long for me
Thirty I picture I'll blow up, y'all will see
Taxing my wages in stages so I don't see
How much money you rob from me
Probably enough for five sports cars to be
Balling hard in Rome or Italy
Preached to as kids,
We could not understand,
Reached through our lids
Polymorphous like sand
Our endeavors would lead us to darkness consume
Destined to be nothing once outside the womb
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Kanvas
Member since February 28 2019