Its a class,white
so white that it blinds your logic.
Its filled with bored dogs,
stupid yellow cats
and eager fights
and knowledge in a mouth everyone wants
to crush.
Its a maze with no exit,
and because there is no exit the dogs and the cats
dive deep into it,
and they get robbed by fate.
So now we salute the bastards,
we hug whores,
we trust enemies,
we drink cheap alcohool
to get through the day.
We cut trees
and burn papers in the darkest hour.
We take our eyes out,
we leave the books to our sockets,
we dont learn anything new,
we kill our best friends,
while they're holding
guns and knives.
We praise priests,
even the recorded ones,even the rich ones
and we burry God.
We forget out past,
we dont think about the future,
we get a job
and spit more chaos
over chaos.
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