Whats the Point

Whats the point of love disappointed once the anointed ones try and join the fun my employment sucks like oyster trucks i deploy words up to the joy we hunt eating soy food junk to exploit these ****s we're so dumb like an awful bum can you feel the cost go up it's like a comet struck and we're unconscious of demonic love so now i talk to doves in the park its the scar's in your heart that make you miss that parts of who we are atoms flowing near moving stars lyrically i'm bruising bars from Friday to Thursday i find ways to word things i might rage on birth days but her face brings back some of the worst pains...