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Death Is The Answer...



Blank spaces of a busy mind.
Takes you to a place that gets you thinking about the day you die.
Why am I here? Why do I cry? What was the point of my whole life?
Did what was right, I took care of my family, tried my hardest not to fight.
I realize I'm not the brightest bulb but I survived and that's all that I can ask for.
The question everybody wants to know though, is there more?
So we're just here to count the money and then let you rob our cash drawer, you asshole.
We we're born into this life to wonder what we're even here for.
Since the beginning of time there's been rich and there's been poor, so it's always a class war.
Now fast forward; 100 years from now I bet this country will torn.
But it won't be worth shit to rebirth it, cause the land is always hurting, it's a circus, a perversion.
Politicians really thirsty, with mind's stuck in the thirties.
Playing dirty with spurts of cheap tricks: IRS, FBI, and all off that bullshit.
All this control they have will make you question what is legit.
Every life in this world is just irrelevant, we dwell a bit than leave.
Not knowing what we'll see. If you ever wondered what is life what do the answer be..
That's something we'll never know until this earth we leave.
Death is not deceitful, it's medieval, but it's real the deepest pain you'll ever feel.
Death is life's Achilles heel.
That equalizer. Make the rich feel poor and the poor feel rich.
To some of us laying in the dirt is an accomplishment.
Like the curing of cancer because Death Is The Answer.
Not a fantasy it's a nightmare, it's quite clear, that we're here to exist then disappear.
With no reappearance, and nothing to reassure us.
Well fed or malnourished. Whether you ready or not. At the bottom or the top.
Whether you wiggle like a worm or you're as strong as a rock.
Could be the dumbest in the class or the smartest in the lot.
The answer will miss us all no matter what we've got.
You can die in twenty years or you can fall right on the spot.
Nobody wants to rot in the ground, when they cannot beat the clock.
All that life is unfair stuff it really needs to stop, because it's true.
What the hell are we to do. Half the world is eating bon-bons while the rest shovel doo doo.
Boo hoo. Old news right? Fight for a fair life.
Rather have stereotypes, guns and knives, wars over religious rights?
Scientists and doctors, explorers and pirate types,
These wealthy with bad ties, police create crime, instigation worldwide.
Everybody thinks they know why the hell we are alive..
You don't... I do.
We're here to die...

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Written on July 01, 2021

Submitted by IsaiahCapone on July 01, 2021

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