Inflationary Growth of Love
Talking head simulation
Paves my road for me
Posing plentiful blessings
Preaching a truth I must come to....
Im rotting on the wooden precipice
They want me to clean up their lawn
I'm deteriorating from lack of integration
Because love is inflated with clown faces
Reach into the pockets to prop up the game
Fortune is all self-gain
Humanism is self-ideology
Newly authorized to sell toothpaste to minors
What became of community bridging effort?
Did it collapse under the weight
Stip mining, then outsourcing for foreign tongues?
That cannot see the workings of this heart
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