You can not kill enough people to end killing…
Kill Awe of Them
We liquidate awe
Our political assets
In an awe out tempt
To erase our fauxs
In a grays free zone
Black and white
Us or them
Never enough
Grave markers
In quest
For absolute security
In compassing awe that is vane
In the political wins
In their efface
Say bye to awe of them
Down
Too every lust won
Yet the tear
In our hearts
Lives on
Hoping against hope
That we were not just
Souled a bill of goods
Buy ad infinitum
The mete grinder
In common ground lies
