Comfort

It’s funny; You can kneel before gods But feel more comfort in the dirt Beneath your knees, Than from the things they offer.   The grass might look greener, But they sold you those eyes And looks can be deceiving;   You might think you need them, But they injected those chemicals. And, these days,…

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Overpowered

''Architects of our own demise'' ... Architects? I'd prefer Engineers, Mass producers, Scientists of demise. It rolls off our production line Like smoke And we breath it in like a drug. It keeps us high,   Keeps us sick, Keeps us in business, Keeps us warm at night. Scared of the dark? Just spend a…