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Ecocultivative
I'm everywhere and having nothing to go to at the end of the day.
They won't let you through these Gates.
The Carnage brought down.
The scornful in flames.
I can't stay home no more!
To hell with the persecutions sought out against me.
We've been abandoned!
No one's alone anymore!
Not today! Not ever!
It's time! It's time!
To go tear up the mother f****** road!
For what! Nothing! Is in the twisted games we play.
We lose everything!
Generosity is gone!
And I have nothing more for you.
This body of mine!
Is dying!
Out there! On the! Mother f****** Road!
Dragging my soul across the world!
They won't let you through these Gates.
The Carnage brought down.
The scornful in flames.
I can't stay home no more!
To hell with the persecutions sought out against me.
We've been abandoned!
No one's alone anymore!
Not today! Not ever!
It's time! It's time!
To go tear up the mother f****** road!
For what! Nothing! Is in the twisted games we play.
We lose everything!
Generosity is gone!
And I have nothing more for you.
This body of mine!
Is dying!
Out there! On the! Mother f****** Road!
Dragging my soul across the world!
Published 4th Jan 2020
Author's Note
Just something I came up with on the road at night to keep from falling asleep at the wheel.
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