The truth is left in a field to the right

no solitude
no wicked crime or equal reason
hollowed ground is always left in one of four seasons

confidence has left us feeling like leeches
Lovers' leave as quick
as time allows leaders to write their speeches

it never rains
yet it always pours
but when you think of purpose its best to just cover up the sores

Think about
how much it costs to buy yourself your passions
lust and hard work pay off
when time incorporates us to be the extinction that is in fashion

truth is only an option
money speaks in mass
you think you have friends
but hide your wallet and see how many times by you they all pass

Luck is on your side if you're dead
hijacked are we
when the path to follow
is a path we all dread

suicide is not the way
its not the answer just a thought
and how we might just end our day
if the enemy is the 20 bag that we had just bought

warming they teach
but storming they preach
killing all for oil is a way to make us far out of Gods reach

I write this for your mind
I may not be incorrect but near blind
somewhere I know
the day will be right
to question our eyes and spill my darkness into light

good luck in life
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