Forget your GDP, Where be your humanity? The economic forces of liberation are fighting on the wrong side. How many prisoners does to the system does it have to take? How many broken people does it have to make, Whole only when they are languishing in the squalor of their possessions. When you are in the brothels of this world, Bake your own cake and eat your shite, But don’t ever believe that the sun does not shine on you, Because outside of the city, Those godly beams will make it through the pollution and shadows and filth and will warm your back, Just like a face will smile when it remembers a long forgotten friend.
Reason for writing:
its what i believe
Birth sign: Capricorn
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