Resale my time
To all of thee facts
Too much for observation
No consolation
You failed own pride
I laugh coz you’re product of your own elimination
This voice of now
It’s gonna make u suffer
Nowhere, yea, you found
Ur legacy so soon be buried
But nowadays’ poetry is meaningless
Do you hear that? right
I fucking hate ur fools’ reflections
Cmon be an atheist be a catholic be a fucking budda
U’re so screwed and fucked up that cant even see
U see only goddamn differences
Fuckin shitheads
It wont help coz u don’t see the same points