Soggy Breakfast Cereal

The thing that most makes me sad is seeing goodness in Man,
Because seeing that some are good means that others can't understand
Which means that I can't demand, everybody
Be peaceful
Since we aren't all equal,
We're all different people -
Which makes me burn like kerosene sprinkled over hot diesel
Mixed with composition four
Because I always wish that more could reach the shores of paradise
Could somehow be innocent twice
But the poor souls are scared of light,
And the sun shines Oh so bright
But its like a personal slight
Because instead they stay in the ocean
Perturbing my purgatorial motion
And i'm the Orca of the Souls -
Miss a meal?
Perish the notion
I cherish emotion
I've ardent desire to crush the weak
It's sink or swim,
And God only breathes life into the meek
So I walk among the sheep
A wolf in nondescript clothing,
I will catch you in the rye
Like Caulfield-comma-Holden
And leave you Mafia-style
Intact with everything you're holding
Because I'd rather justly take a life than be the creep who rolled him.
This is not material,
I struggle to touch the ethereal
A miracle in a world filled with flakes soft like soggy breakfast cereal.



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I miss the 90's - I'm watchin Mallrats and I'm missin the 90's - God the more adult i get the more responsibility I take on - I miss the fuckin 90's.