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Somedays there are no words to ward off grief I really tried.Maybe I got caught up maybe I ignored the signs. Sign's saying "you needed a relief ". Maybe I was reading your eyes wrong- or maybe your lips could not say the words... Maybe your thoughts could not form from the lack. When all the good people disappear and are gone back. First they come for your mind- prepaid trip -one way- no memories permitted. The grid is weak-and about to break,leaving on earth all the wicked - with no ticket. Like Cops in groups who beat, kick and mame the humane. Sleep well without shame. Maybe ole' negroes will be moaning and singing PLANTATION SONGS again, AS They wait for the " good news" to be texted to them on their cell phones. As we lose our homes. And wear fake furs to keep warm. We duck pot holes; Exciting the thieves; Thieves lusting for my coat and my boots Elders facing the youth; Youth who feel nothing, but hunger pangs We were all good; Us" truthful" The good gotta go somewhere too. SEEMS LIKE EARTH Is no LONGER OUR TURF No-one told us what we were coming here to do. nor WILL they tell us when it is our time to leave... when were through NO ! We will not know when we're leaving or how. "WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO"... GRAMMA USE TO SAY: WHAT WOULD SHE SAY NOW ? IF SHE HAD TO STAY. Like a thief and a robber in the night death will take the innocent; and leave the wicked ones behind The plan...take all the money, build more prisons. Work them for free,then kill them. not even the little PLEASURES left, like sex -food-n play. "WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO"... Gramma USE TO SAY. WHAT WOULD SHE SAY NOW IF SHE HAD TO STAY? YOU SEE EARTHQUAKES-FRACKING- NUCLEAR LEAKS cracking, - GMO FOODS- PRIVATIZED PRISONS- WICKED TORTURE OF CITIZENS. right here on GOD'S EARTH. MONSANTO SUING FARMERS OVER SEEDS- NO LONGER ARE CONCERNED WITH OUR NEEDS. GMO FOODS- THE SELLING OF OUR FRESH WATER TO CHINA- U.S.A OWES CHINA LOTS A MONEY- DETROIT CLOSED DOWN- KILLING BLACK CHILDREN SHOOTING THEM DOWN- GETTING RID OF the underprivileged. Only the wicked ones are left behind The good-They die young,or stay only TO watchguard over their young. . when sick we no longer have Much desire to get well. BECAUSE THESE WICKED HEATHENS Has made earth for us, A LIVING HELL.

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The Good Disappear

Somedays there are no words to ward off grief I really tried.Maybe I got caught up maybe I ignored the signs. Sign's saying "you needed a relief ". Maybe I was reading your eyes wrong- or maybe your lips could not say the words... Maybe your thoughts could not form from the lack. When all the good people disappear and are gone back. First they come for your mind- prepaid trip -one way- no memories permitted. The grid is weak-and about to break,leaving on earth all the wicked - with no ticket. Like Cops in groups who beat, kick and mame the humane. Sleep well without shame. Maybe ole' negroes will be moaning and singing PLANTATION SONGS again, AS They wait for the " good news" to be texted to them on their cell phones. As we lose our homes. And wear fake furs to keep warm. We duck pot holes; Exciting the thieves; Thieves lusting for my coat and my boots Elders facing the youth; Youth who feel nothing, but hunger pangs We were all good; Us" truthful" The good gotta go somewhere too. SEEMS LIKE EARTH Is no LONGER OUR TURF No-one told us what we were coming here to do. nor WILL they tell us when it is our time to leave... when were through NO ! We will not know when we're leaving or how. "WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO"... GRAMMA USE TO SAY: WHAT WOULD SHE SAY NOW ? IF SHE HAD TO STAY. Like a thief and a robber in the night death will take the innocent; and leave the wicked ones behind The plan...take all the money, build more prisons. Work them for free,then kill them. not even the little PLEASURES left, like sex -food-n play. "WHAT IS THIS WORLD COMING TO"... Gramma USE TO SAY. WHAT WOULD SHE SAY NOW IF SHE HAD TO STAY? YOU SEE EARTHQUAKES-FRACKING- NUCLEAR LEAKS cracking, - GMO FOODS- PRIVATIZED PRISONS- WICKED TORTURE OF CITIZENS. right here on GOD'S EARTH. MONSANTO SUING FARMERS OVER SEEDS- NO LONGER ARE CONCERNED WITH OUR NEEDS. GMO FOODS- THE SELLING OF OUR FRESH WATER TO CHINA- U.S.A OWES CHINA LOTS A MONEY- DETROIT CLOSED DOWN- KILLING BLACK CHILDREN SHOOTING THEM DOWN- GETTING RID OF the underprivileged. Only the wicked ones are left behind The good-They die young,or stay only TO watchguard over their young. . when sick we no longer have Much desire to get well. BECAUSE THESE WICKED HEATHENS Has made earth for us, A LIVING HELL.