Have we any meals for the meaningless? Can we enjoy the teaming ambivalence of our prosperity that grows the cells of our bodies to weigh on our souls.
Dirty dishes and ragged coughs.
Thirsty bitches and Un-cuffed power.
Wiser ones before and still a-facing the hour.
Go to the land of milk and honey and wait for your turn.
You showed up last, not every one gets burned.
You will, you will, you will learn.
Misery’s finest keeper is her own incessant thrum.
A noise so fine against the moving of the mind that the mind losses itself in the time it takes to choose between heaven and hell.
You can’t unsee the eve of despair when the leaders hold sway over all peoples ears.
Filling with mistrust and fear to bend their desires
Rewired their minds to kill the empire
Trust gone, gone on this old wet Meyer.
People unborn will be fresh in the fire.
Depression and anxiety fill are streets, we must consume all of the world’s finest treats.
Can’t be blamed for ones own faults, another man hangs and breeds another cult.
Pick up the self and put down the gavel
You judge you in your last and final hour.
When there are many restrictions in the world
The people become more impoverished
When people have many sharp weapons
The country becomes more chaotic
When people have many clever tricks
More strange things occur
The more laws are posted
The more robbers and thieves there areTTC 57 (Lin)
Tied a knot against your will from the day you took the hill
All knots keep locks from frivolous epochs
Analyzing the inevitable
Prioritizing the explainable
People loose their homes to the tyrants
While the tyrants remain invisible
Building walls and weapons
We show our ass
Leaving behind the hero’s call
Sacred text forget them all.
Therefore the sage says;
I take unattached action, and the people transform themselves
I prefer quiet, and the people right themselves
I do not interfere, and the people enrich themselves
I have no desires, and the people simplify themselvesTTC 57 (Lin)
We poison ourselves with the potion of, feel better.