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Apa-sapien the Apathetic Homosapien

I can’t even walk down the f***in block without catching someone in a s**tty f***ing mood
I guess showing love and compassion towards another is another human part that we lose
S**t, it’s like being human isn’t right but at the same time we all fly the coop
So wtf am I to do with this image of the truth?
That beyond this darkness is existence
Coexisting with each other to promote our own selfish views
But what do you expect out of culture that raped and stole for its nation?
Making America great again for dear old Uncle Sam’s creation
If you ask me, it’s a killing joke, a cut to the throat
When they silence the truth from the weak and demand you to vote
So when I speak, I repeat please never lose hope
Cuz in the land of the thief we all are blowing smoke

The difference of opinion is the silence of your voice
Looking back with no regrets just wishing for a choice

Forgive them Father for they know not what they do
Now that’s some spoken word for you to squeeze your mind on through
Don’t get me wrong I ain’t hating on good old JC
I just don’t like the preaching when the times are pressing violently
How would he feel right now in this very moment?
How the world has turned ugly and filled with fake emotion
For the sake of being human and taking land to reclaim
I’d rather sell oil, trade weapons and prosper off shame
Hey, the American way, has got us all enslaved by the shackles of faith
They make you pray to whichever God makes you content
Conform to the norm and you shall see and repent

The difference of opinion is the silence of your voice
Looking back with no regrets just wishing for a choice

Your body is a temple you should respect, right
This is a house of worship and not profit! right
Imagine selling your soul for some gold and expecting nothing less
But all you get is a hand full of s**t and a cold sweat drip
F**K IT, F**K being nice and showing compassion to another human being
It’s about being ruthless, killing everything, being stupid and obscene
Believing what you see is another f***in scheme
In the land of the thief, they like to kill dreams
Seated at the right hand of the Father my ass
I’ll show you a world desperate for cash
Desperate for likes, recognition and praise
In a world that they made, they perfected to enslave
I was a man of flesh and blood, ignored and depraved
Now I’m a symbol in a world of hate
Something that no one can ignore or contemplate
Incorruptible, everlasting, elemental, terrifying
The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, the dawn is coming.
 
Written by Prometheus86 (Justin)
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