Black Blood
Your blood it boils
with the curse of oil
The backs of black
Their curse to toil.
The legs you wear
Covered in blood forever
And covered in gold
that can never get old
as it stays forever in a trash heap
But as you sow so shall you reap
Look to the sky
See the black?
It is that which you are scared to lack
The snow pounding your face
You so obsessed with race
How is it? That wonderful taste.
The cold, hot, and extreme all due to you!
Your car is gone, buried in the snow.
The stock market, it has been laid low.
The beach town now under water town.
Lawns in phoenix disappeared with Thirst.
As the fake city goes back under Earth.
Look down, to the ground
See your desk? See the black?
It is that which you are scared to lack.
The Earth it eats your room
filled with toys of conquest.
How is it? To actually need?
Too bad, because this is all due to your greed!
Your world it boils
with the curse of oil
The backs of now
Their curse to pay
For what they took away.
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