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Pulp Diction
I've had enough of the usless drivel, hypersenitivity and endless snivels We're more fulfilled I hear so often, yet the fruit on show to me seems rotten! A girl of 9 cut down by a gun, floods of drugs; engineered and spun..' Borderless war, we're doing well.' No father's for many; childhoods of hell.) Mothers are sidlined, (the state is all) whatever's dictated now thats the call.' Dress like a mummy.' Would that be safest? I'm not surprised lifes devestated.' I'm writing now not as I would.' Joy is proscribed fewer smiles in the hood.' It is a challenge, just holding your nerve, anti-sense; the current trend and verve.' Why not slash your throat, and drink, to health.? Calling it, as sense by stealth? The reason most aren't 'satisfied', no matter the volumes of goods and pride.' The word and act, ( are of satan derived ) you feed the beast, it eats you inside And spills it's driven reasonless; cargo, deflating human worth, from each get-go.' It's all community and culture I hear, while unity is shattered and nations fear.' Is fear a commodity? Despair a road? Seems so from watching the waiting goads The social whip, the endless quips, deriding stability as a worm in wood slips' I say culture, centuries old; should be valued, not cheapened; diluted sold.' All the the while, bellowing loud, that cultures multi, can unite the crowds.' It's such non-sense, as we all know.) Yet showman and women just go and go.' The tanks half empty, it's the theme that's chosen; to chill our blood, reality frozen.'
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