A growing boy with a tortured soul, As he gets older the nights get cold, What made no sense as a child rings as truth as man, Human greed is responsible for suffering, Crack, heroine, ecstasy and alcohol has the people rolling in the gutter, Greed and the endless struggle for means has the people born to die. Barley living, from 2-10, a life of innocence, Everything that comes after, all the suffering as the child grows, is the man's means to an end. Welfare, dead end jobs, long days of labour as you grow sap the life from your soul, watch your petals drop from the flower you were, stunting your growth and stealing your soul. Humanity withers under the glare of the corporate sun. Compassion for a fellow human being dies with the endless money dreams, addicted to your Benz, trips, fueling on artificial gasoline. A product of the machine, a cycle of endless schemes to acquire monetary means, chasing the cash and wealth, never realizing you're chasing the wrong green. ...
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