inevitable one day we all be space bound.
Extra terrestrials be the new race found.
Lay face down
And do not move.
Cause none of you have walked in my shoes.
I got a short fuse
When it comes to judgement.
Or when I'm stuck listening to the government.
Enough rubbish sent.
And malnourishment.
An angry militant.
Crushing Villages.
The white man pillages.
Famous for genocide.
And all the coppers are angry men inside.
Better hide
From the truths the slogan.
Always fought over like a jail token.
Your house got broke in.
But nothing was touched.
Except your Harry Styles records they got fucked.
They were chucked.
In the post written in Brail.
To the pm with my enrol to vote mail.
The plot failed.
Scromo sent it back again.
So I stew it all up with some capsicuim.
Gave it to the young and unfortunate.
This shit they were still forced to eat.
They forced defeat
Turning us into drones.
They decide to play dumb.
But they must of fucking known.
Anarchys throne
Filled with unquestionable fury.
Stand me in court and I'll arrest the whole jury.
Detectives luring.
Hustlers with entrapment.
Dog informants keep writing stat decks.
What's next?
Impending Doom.
As the budget spending looms.
The world bent on shrooms.
Brainwashing cartoons.
Revolution must start soon.
We're past noon
Approaching the last moon.
©dannyg13
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