Untitled Teenage Banter

Nature to dust I am at a bust Creaking sounds, and Finding crowns, On a forever green, While losing good deeds, It’s a smoking seed, That falls to ashes, Inside our trees The way it screams It makes me want to bleed Dieing sounds, And never found Fall to winter And summer to spring The tree is life While murdered with a knife Death is only greed When people lose their creeds Possessions mean nothing People are the meaning While killing the masses is hopeless Yet we love it so dope bliss Insanity runs in the streets Rebellion is our feed, so Feed the monster as it grows Soon an angel, you have sowed Anarchy inside nature’s core Anarchy is freedom, to open the door