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That American Dream ...
available in several colors and expectations.. from condo's to the anhilialation of nations...
The Dream, has gone into a Coma, with Diabetes and Melanoma..
it's saturated with fat and soma, it's so drunk it cant cope no more, it's turned to
a Hore and what's more, it's a dream with disease, it's do whatever you please..
or as long and immoral you can tease; an orgasam from a phantasam..
as you fuck the dead, and spill the blood, which is becoming a flood...
as bodybags start flowing, your paranoia is growing, to pathological dimensions
in direct ratio to your intentions, too dumb to acknowledge it, coz your so full o shit..
you are the culture of falsehood, would do good if you could, but you cant...
you a nation full of want, and nonses, pretensions without defenses, thats why
9/11 had such an impact, you acted like a spastic made of plastic..
you deserved it, it was almost almost worth it...
eat as much as you want for five dollars, distend your theshold, never get old..
sell your soul down a hole, and an appetite without a goal,
go to Hollywood with $60 in your pocket, meet the wrong people try to rock it..
find out soon your just a socket for love faith sex and redemption,
as most men cant manage; Death truth credit and anal retention..
get Fake Tit's and blow up you lips, suck out the evil fat in your big hips..
evidence of your terminal Gtuttony, excess is the anthem in the land of the free...
do whatever you desire for as long as you please, deception stealing cheating and cry's
through your very teeth and between you thigh's, you make love with lies..
so you settle for second best, lost in Iowa in the Desert, whipped dry broken
and foresaken. the Am Dream quakeing & shaking in its boots and humble roots..
coz you cant beat a rabble of peasents who would do anything under heaven
like that rabble of bastards on 9/11, to take your childrean and your dream..
and trash it thash it; sell it & cash it.....
the Dream is Dead, it never existed, except as propaganda, as you lazily meander
your too fat too lazy and too far gone, to really know where you came from..
you stole everything from souls, country and culture, now your eagle becomes a Vulture
eating on the dead corpse of civilisation, your dream is utterly foresaken without salvation
and your country is a flawed second rate nation.. of low life dirt and medication...
while you elect pricks and dicks to run; this mess; you call the fuking congress..
you have no style of your own, it's all borrowed and hi-jacked, your cup has cracked..
everything you are is questionable, and negligable, your modern ways are illegibal
in the final analysis you a bunch of racist cannibals, to vein to respond
even though you know you are wrong, in a monotheistic song without sound..
you'd be better off 6ft underground... but you cant escape the fate,
of starting a War without an exit date, and a heart corrupted with hate...
Lance Forrest
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Posted by Cutflowers on 2008-02-03 18:23:46 | Rating: | Views: 56
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