Cursed Country
Sir J Silver
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On the road most pathless Postal code L0st Atlantis Dead load on my car axles Not from ode but from ghost sadness Their abode and it's host's status Was bestowed a broken palace Where a widow sleeps on a mattress Through a window weeps to a Borealis I see beggars laying like a praying mantis With no legs begging for no swaying malice No honour and I feel like Alice In Wonderland with a peeling Atlas I go fast down the street Behind the glass in my car seat I can drive man from a strife on fleet But fry pan dry pan life ain't sweet I see the Elite eating crabmeat And the rest eat crap and shit Nobody wants to greet Everybody soo greed Everyone's under the heat Until they go RIP This world is incomplete And the city goes to sleep Glowing squares on concrete A row of nightmares for the sheep They stumble when homecoming Not humble and still humming They mumble about something And crumble apart falling And no gumming and mumming Will help with the shortcoming They're puffing throbbing Bluffing foreshadowing the shoving Synergy orchestral The energy celestial Like elegy ancestral Is a central astral liturgy Sequestral Stolen Petrol In Retro Spectrum Is a Ghetto welcome To a fellow felon With necro venom It's a tetra heaven And a faro with Devil Ignorance of falling warders Like eminence of raising waters Innocence breaking orders Immigrants crossing borders F*ck my vehicle is out of fuel Guess I'll have to walk a few Miles or car-jack hack a rule This ain't a church school This world is cruel In a whirlpool of deliberate fools Who twirl their tools Like a Lord of Misrule I take my backpack knapsack And hit the track Feat coal black But I don't even hold back For days I walked through a plantation But where they burst one's tree Therefore I almost lost orientation In the Buffet of this cursed Country But by accident I met A man who sacramentally said I'd be an excellent asset For their antioxidant reset Two months later we grow our exposure We send out papers and we throw out posters We lay clay like we restore heaven They shoot with an AK Forty Seven Dead poppy red body Bled like Gandhi We were a threat so we stead In the bloodshed rally One by one in the valley Alley shot in head madly Sadly a lot of us died badly Not rapidly but manly Then they used the gas Like we're weed in the grass So the seeds of our class Won't turn into mass And pass them fast And now the last of us Try to bypass And run out of the smoke glass I inhaled too much fume I'll be pale in a tomb The authority did not like our bloom So they Boom at a Boom It's a bomb of doom But my friend a Dunker Saved me and brought me to a bunker
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