It’s not right,
this lot in life
you get what you get,
only so much fight
I’m fed up
with this karmic retribution,
this bullshit sorry solution
fuck these clichés
of good people
and bad things
I want a way out,
one with
a decent health plan
where we can
abandon trivial tripe
and everything that ails
but this is fiction
I am spitting
there are no pearly gates
there are no 72 virgins
just whores,
this life will
eat you alive
I want to go to sleep
and grant us all life
but I am not a martyr
yet we somehow seem to die
for someone else’s sins
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