Fuck the World

by Bryce Hutchens - Not entered

Fuck the world

No-one cares,
No-one shares,
All this trash,
Cause of love for cash,
All the greed,
But little need,
For most of the shit we got,
So many stabbed,
So many shot,
So many dead,
Bashed in the head,
All the sex,
All the rape,
Sorry women,
There's no escape,
You can't hide,
Lucky to survive,
Child abusers,
Drug users,
The hardcore money pursuers,
All screamin Fuck the World.

No-one stops on red
Some guys only want head
Some only care about more
Treat a girl like a whore
Get what you deserve
You die in a car crash....
Justice served
And some girls only after cash, 
So starts showin off her ass
Everytime she pass
Hoping for a relationship with him
But only to dick him over
Findin a good girl is as rare 
As findin a four leaf clover
Guys beat women
Women cheat guys
No matter which way ya put it, 
It's all lies, cause they yellin Fuck the World.

Some of the world is facin
Total starvation
People without homes
Under their clothes
Are nothing more than skin and bones
They're not alone
Girls are Bohemic
Girls are Anerexic
They think it makes em look good, 
But it only makes em look sick
They need help so they can get fixed
You don't need to be in the mix
Forget what they thing
Believe only in yourself cause
You need no-one else's help
You are who you are 
And that's how you'll be until you die
Accept it, don't Fuck with it,
Cause when you do, all you're sayin 
Is Fuck the World

It isn't what nature intended
For us to destroy something not easily mended
Back together again
The church calls what we all do sin
Caused by the devil from within.
Our hearts, our souls, are minds
Are the Devil's stomping grounds
And with so much area covered
God is little found.
But he is there.
Right now
The Church doesn't want to know,
But the Devil is stronger.
He leads us away from our Heavenly Father
Tells us to live by his rules or else we'll be goners.
Let's face it.
How many priests can honestly say
That they have lived their life, every day
According to the words God spoke
Anyone who says they have
Must choke,
Cause we no that he's a liar.
And for that, he roast in the eternal fire, 
Dedicatin they whole life to God
And when they dead gettin thrown back
Landin on their head
On the ground of this wretched earth
And he is here again in his rebirth
Now your wondering, is it worth it?
To dedicate your life to an ivisible force
Or to forget about him and to do what ya want
Which is worse?
Cause no matter what road ya take, ya end up in a hearse.
But what happens after that?
Will you join God's Kingdom
Or come back down to earth with the rats
Everyone invisions hell with fire and torture and stuff
But lookin at it, I say that life is twice as tough
Cause my theory is hell is on earth
And if ya don't go to God, you're back in rebirth
Another human
For approximatly 100 years, he is a prisoner of this hell that we make
OURSELVES.
And if this world stayed the way it was when corruption invaded it
That's why I stay away from people, tryin to evade it
Because everyone is like Fuck the World.

Poaching deer
Without a spear
But with the aid of a gun or bow
Aborting little babies
Before they begin to grow, 
I guess you think they get up and walk away
Like a T.V. show
But, it doesn't happen like that
They will go to heaven
And you will come back.
People commit suicide
Thinking for a mistake, they must die.
There's room for plenty mistake, 
Which every person will make
Deal with it
Heal with it
They are tools
To keep us from doing the same thing..acting like fools
Follow the rules that YOUR god spoke
And you will have more than hope
Of entering his kingdom
Take what I've said
Straight to your heart
And if you're really tryin to win and need a simple start
Don't say Fuck the World...

* This is in no way supposed to show disrespect for the Church and I don't 
mean to offend anyone, I'm speaking from what I see.

Reason for writing:

    I looked around my life and saw all the things that I thought were wrong with the world, so I wrote about it. I felt the strong language was needed because I think it gets the point across better.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1999-01-29 19:21:41
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:09
Poem ID: 51651

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