Take this backpack grinder
and give him leisure.
They grow gray,
they grow tired.
Wrinkled sleeves and oppression
from book to binder,
and vinyl preacher.
What can we blame this time?
I've shot dead your
religion,
abortion,
wage and speech.
Our entertainment is
caught in the Gears of War.
The next rung is a steep climb
and we've nothing else to climb for.
Just prestige and perplexion.
Drag our carpet bomb
over our stripes,
a faint reminder.
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super lost. but i really like it. is it about religion blaming everything that happens on society?
haha right
ok i don't know. what does it meeeeaaaaan?
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