Don’t Tell Me Stories Of The Righteous

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Don’t tell me stories of the righteous
I don’t want to hear of infatuated glories
My hope dwindles & my cynicism rebounds
Whenever your lips utter their sponsored stories
I’ll let you rule the ruins of dilapidated society
Your politicians ran amok, forcing common core math
I’ll retire into the wilderness to write my manifesto
Be forewarned; if you harm my loves, you’ll feel my wrath

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They See Everything

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They see everything
Their perceptive little minds
Soaking up the universe
Chewing life down to the rind
Laughing with unfettered glee
Constant revolutions of the brain
Don’t ruin their perfection
The purity before any of the pain