plastic paradise
e x p l o s i o n s, come to take me, away and, turn me into little pieces, simplified the day, da sun will be risin’, 2 save da whirl’d frum de darkness, cuz dem be bringin’ complicayshun, to consume, and be consumed, in the united states of america, God don’t want your war, or your politics in his heaven, so put your trust in something else, my friends, a real patriot, would have flown his flags a long time ago, to be found, to be real, to be good, a test for all mankind, one man, with the power to destroy my world, the white collar man in his suit and tie, trying to sell me his philosophies, maybe if it were a white t-shirt and blue jeans, what are you hiding behind your polished ugliness, the “white” house, no disrespect to beautiful clouds in the sky, the disarrayed world, and it’s demagoguery, one day, will fall like rome. Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 09:41 AM PST, midnite_raver 0 • 10
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