Lost souls they crumble west of the river searching for change or just a pathway. Fortune will favor but not all young blood. Black hearts they will forbid your savior.
In a time for critical thinking do you grasp the facts or just the headlines. There's a better way to get the point across, than just loaded words said out of turn behind a backlit screen.
Flip the script you don't have to do the same.You know better than to condone they're ignorance.
You're demons never leave,they just keep a cold embrace.Like a weight upon your chest, gasping for every breath.You can't fake the perfect fate when you're the one who's in your way.
We inherit this. Only to Cloud our minds. Thousands misinformed,copy and paste bold lies.Face it there will be no change till seen from both sides.
It's not fucking fair. When your the one without a gun to bare. Call unto that angels the devil's work is done here.
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