yes I know it’s a rap
Packed bus. Looking at jobs. Tummy feels like knots. Got to get to my stop. I’m not, going to be above all the things in mind. I’m live, but I have to worry about all the things all the time. I want to feel for all the things that are happening, but I’m just on my own moccasins.
I swear to you that they are doing this to keep your focus on your own problems. A distraction to stop you thinking about all they have done to make us get closer to the day it’s all over.
Anthropeacene. It’s own end and our own means. I’m not kidding, I just seem…
Knots in a scene. Not shibari fun but a knotted bleed. Hanging us all like Odins knowledge tree.
Giving up your eyes to save face
We see the truth
It’s them that’s making the hate
We can’t do this again
Anthropeacene, it’s just what they mean
All that will be left is lizards and queens