I am having the worst time focusing on things.
I'm not meant to focus on things. it could be Wednesday,
and around here
every day is Friday
Why now in the summer?
why now when work doesn't exist tomorrow or forever
no such thing as work
its all just life.
life life life life
money isn't real
money isn't life
moneys for the damned who are disillusioned.
Caught like fish on hooks being pulled
higher and higher.
they think the money gets them higher
closer to the surface
closer to the sun that's warped through the waters
like a giant gold coin.
gods money shimmering
waiting
for them
what divine is waiting?
money brings them higher and higher,
society
money brings them higher and higher
lifestyle
money brings them higher and higher
toxic
money brings them higher and higher
domination
until they are on the top of the world. and then...
it breaks
the surface
a rip into the universe they should have never tried to obtain key
leverage
air
they cant have everything
pain
they want whats not their right
chill
desire of all things
burning
sun like fire on gilded scales. The winged creatures pick at there flesh and rip away whats not so rotten.
the birds tear apart their wasted souls.
mutilated skeletons, at the top, above all
ventured out to own everything
to grasp everything
in the sanctuary of winged beasts and giant gods
they cant go back
they have obtained all
they scorch they burn they suffocate
YOU PIECES OF ROTTING WASTED FLESH
how does it feel to be this high?
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