Sweet Genocide
Sweet genocide,
Destroyers of all if you must,
masterminded behind none I lust for - one- money,
its my drug getting high on what I can accomplish
in this lifetime, choosing to just do it!
getting it done pardon me for this imagination,
of mine I must say at one point and time it was ilke I was blinded now
twisted faith has me going,
I'm searching for what mankind holds all over the world,
known too man as Money on stacks on racks on top of racks needing a ladder just
see where my money begins at.
Sweet Genocide
Robert c Bessel jr.
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