life is a grave
by AB BENIE
believe we live in a grave believe torture our pleasure we-live our bellies we treasure ina-grave appearance our measure here 'finish school...' what's virtue, is our golden rule for whom but a statue 'life will be beautiful!' with no dues to pursue? here i am stuck, i hear peace is a dream, got no work, equality,liberty,a game, morrow looks dark! a flag,a banner,anthem! may end up in a bar many have so fallen- selling or buying liquor down they lie,down; or becoming a suitor. no more tales to tell- wont frown wont smile! i never had a choice, neither tell a joke i never had a voice, nor take a walk interwoven in this noise! and yet they still will breath inhale exhale preacher says i repent- and yet they kill and heal he eats meat come rent- and prefer heaven to hell! church funds he spent! AB-BENIE i was born on a mat, i was raised in dirt, should i die eating dust? it's never been worse, from hand to mouth, and pain our bliss!
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