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FEED ME

Best I can tell


Are all lies Under surveillance
Woven tapestries By demand
Spoken in hot lights Everyday Reality TV
Little white children Takes me farther from
Taught to die for The Truth
ancestors with no feelings Once we worried of privacy
Waves of empathy Now I want you to see
Flood my night Every shit I take
Leaving puddles of pity And I’ll be angry
And understanding If you don’t see
The smoke in my lungs This Big Bad World
Won’t let me Scared me
breathe the sun So just keep me
Children of another mother Interneted
Do not exist And hide me
Entertain I can’t handle the TRUTH
The thoughts That everyday
That we are ONE I let this be
All children are all we are My world
With big guns The vultures run
And ideals of the highest The slaughterhouse
Junkie And I just want to be fed.

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