Impossible place

It would be impossible to tell you how it is here
And then I snap and crack
Like a whip

I do not have a good desire left

These people have taken what was left of compassion and burnt it

Each day running in a wheel a rat going nowhere

The Greed rises with the sun, and hangs with the moon

Amongst the believers

 

 

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