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Bitter End
11/28/21 I won't but I know some dummy will Ya'll think it's funny still Out in the country hills F*** all these monthly thrills People think money kills But its humans that do, leading to bloody bills It was difficult to be predicted Often conflicted Folks heavily addicted Areas still restricted Too many wrongfully convicted Others getting off scot free I am not Godly Rocky Or a zombie Do you copy? I can't waste time or be sloppy Close and far from fields of poppy There is secrets out there, some of which on a floppy The masses flocking All these people gossiping And mocking It's gone beyond shocking As opportunity continues knocking Near and far from any Christmas stocking Endless talk in town Snowflakes fallin' down All around They argue due to having no common ground Careful on who you call a clown Badly paid My all I gladly gave An influx of candy canes Others calling one another nasty names Damn these games A lady and man betrayed How can we change? If there always on a witch hunt and crusade Why is that the way? Do something about it or just sit in bed Winter's ahead The sky a crimson red On the counter a house made of gingerbread Nothing special or precious stones on the riverbed Going to see it through until the bitter end Regardless of all the unfortunates On the road an unexpected fork in it Still got to reach the coordinates And help hang some ornaments
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