Short Freestyle
Shades of black block my eyes,
Like the lies that spew into the street,
With black sleet trickling under my feet,
I trip on your so called feats of peace.
As my daily dose of violence causes me to become obese,
In society filed with cannibals shrouded in its golden fleeces.
I’m forced to become a scavenger,
Clinging on to life while deaths dagger is lodged into my head,
I’m sick, sick of this,
Oil slick, trickling into the streets,
Causing the populace to stick to these tricks you spew into their minds.
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