Free Your Mindset
This is the end.
The rules are meant to bend.
How much effort are you willing to spend
In order for the message to send?
The world is in flames
While we play our silly games.
Memorials too small for all of the names.
War-machines all sounding the same.
The puppet masters
Control these rich bastards
Who make the process go faster
As we're all getting plastered.
White & black magik casters of spells
Clash like the heavens & hells
Of our collective wells.
Very few get to drink from these reserves
Since, they believe it is them who rightfully deserves
Full ownership & that they should never conserve.
Why are we so afraid of living
As much as we are afraid of dying?
The truth is what we should be digging
Rather than for oil & lying.
Our planet is crying...
Hear the pain within the rain
As it shows without refrain.
Maintain a healthy amount of disdain
For those who refute what is insane
Free your mind
Free your mind...
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