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Brother Sheep's Speech on the day before the Great Velvet Death
This End of the World shit ain't Nuttin'...
(clears throat like Kontext)
Ehem,
Let it be known the souls of humanity have laid to death
Shamed the rest & slain the debt of air, to save the breathe-
Of Earth's atmosphere -- somebody ask heaven's Jesus "is it clear?"
Layers corrupt like a fresh mixed copy of Yeezus was here
Previous beer, weed, codeine, pills like X, use to keep us sane;
Years into the future they had to test troops to reap the same-
Escapism tactics --
When withdrew, made us monkeys do natural back flips,
Like we had reversed time's stream of evolution;
Enslaved, prison acrobatics
It's in our natural habit, to see sin & go grab it,
Till the truth seeps in through forms of static,
That disrupt our brain's airwaves & deconstruct society's stairways
Until we've stitched a blanket of ignorance, fabric by fabric
I watched neighbors have at it at the supermarket, clamoring for baskets
A rich facet, a "BITCH", a "BASTARD", a glitch; havoc
Each snitch & ratchet, traded life's death for death's life
Pain & sickness doesn't make the best wife
So...these people are living in what I see as 'a switched casket'
Ya dig?
When supplies go dry, scarce. & their eyes grow wide, scared
Look at the inner primal instincts they'll bear, you'll know why it's there
Humans use to be apes, evolved to walk -- then ruined, abused the race
These thumbs cruise with haste, & our motives are now infused with lace
Self-destruction is overdue & late, our noose is through the weight
We're just Mother Earth's nuisance, & fate? Is about to excuse our place
So either, fuck religion, embrace God, or choose the proof
Or let your weak mind have politicians go eschew ya views
Either way, we're all going to hell; we were born for sin
Tattered philosophies trickle down into twirls; torn in wind
Let those big wig fuckers hide in bunkers; thinking they mastered fate
Meanwhile...iiiiiiiiiiiii'll be just about to masturbate
The serene silence, sends shocks of calm that can rapture hate
So, that these last moments of survival can be elastic -- wait
I said, these last moments of survival can be elastic -- wait..
At least when the world ends, happiness can be captured -- late
When this lifetime ends, I'll be the one that wins;
Didn't need drugs or false beliefs to finish this plastered race
When the world wages wars; bombs explode & the sky pours
I'll release some knuckle children, smiling on my fractured face
Peace.
Brother Sheep: End of the World
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