Rolling a joint, considering vile,
Souls are spilling, on the ground,
Heads are bumping, down stone steps,
Skulls are cracking, blood so wet.
Broken minds, now crystal clear,
Kidney stones, & aging fears,
As thrown around, in wind's bright chill,
Restitution, from the kill.
Magic, real & corporate throng,
Corporate murder, nothing's wrong,
All a game, time for tea,
Hometime now, for you & me.
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