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I am but earthly death decay
But upon this earth I wish to stay
Those things they whisper in high courts
Are things they temper at last resort
They pepper the hills and make us chill
No earthly fills to make our thrills
So who are they to make the rules
Weren’t they chosen to take the spills
Take the fall for high-class drills
Avoid what’s looted and unfulfilled
I want invitation to this fiction
Don’t look now, we need conscription
Knock things into working order
Perhaps our sisters could even be bolder
Get big brother to resolve her
Like bearing arms before the revolver
There’s a myriad of questions for our age
And a burning desire to stoke the flames
As they profit from each and every cause
Change the paper and change the laws
What the hell even goes on
I could accept it with little aplomb
Like some lame brained simpleton
Our taxes are for the greater good
Then of course there’s the rich folk’s hood
But comes a point in every game
And it doesn’t matter who it is they blame
The low hanging fruit has to fall
Before every apple rots to its core
They must be plucked in time, that’s all
