Lady Liberty and Synthetic Weed
Lady Liberty has been good to so many for so long.
But the entitled brat's breath is restless.
Always wanting more, never pleased.
Always an excuse for their failed lives.
So, they turn on the lady.
Toss her to the ground, kick her around.
Disrobe, then defile her.
She's bleeding from beneath her crown.
The torch is slowly burning out.
The brats are laughing, smoking their synthetic weed.
They won't realize what they've done until the silent ones wake up
Finally erupting and making them bleed, quite heavenly.
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