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- CAZ
- Apr 26, 2018
- 1 min read
YOU
Love creates liars, no one cares unless it’s their turn.
Everything I’ve read was written about bullshit I’ve ignored.
Hate breeds choirs, no one dares to fucking learn.
Everyone is dead, afraid to shout or play a chord.
Thinking up fires, dragon lairs and a gift you must earn.
The cattle are fed, focused on clout, either on drugs or bored.
Falling empires, everyone shares until they feel that hollow churn.
The cattle are bred, filled with self-doubt following a false lord.
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