Zero,
be the sum,
of this decaying society.
Winners,
all lose,
as they're swallowed,
by this simplistic cent.
Oh,
the stench,
of these externals.
As if,
one can fully smell,
the carcass.
Can,
smell the rotten mind,
of these heathens.
Oh,
how they all,
use each other.
All,
walking upon,
each other's backs.
All,
sacrificing everything,
only to buy,
a this,
a that.
Be there,
nothing which matters.
Be there,
no reason to,
attempt to care.
For,
america cares not,
about americans.
Systemically,
such is merely deemed,
a cent.
Deemed,
this rat,
trapped in a dystopian grave.
This,
stagnant cemetery,
deeming itself,
a country.
Oh,
how silly to die,
for,
nothing...
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