“WEAK" 25 July 02
Monday morning, the commuter queue
never thought it would happen to you
betrayed all your principles and ideals
from the comfort of conformity
bost you've matured
full of holes like rotted cheese
nothing matters
but your security
Why hope for a better world
when you can hope for a better job?
feed me lies from superpowers
keep us down under the lie of God
all you want to do in life
is build a castle, and quietyly die
all the things that no one see
all the things no one should feel
all these things happened
all these things beacame real.
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