ButterfliesButterfliesButterflies
Just like butterflies in a tornado We will all be torn apart some day, Whether by time, by illness or a gun, Death will come for us all in each way. What is my fate, O great king of knowledge? I know not what shall happen to me, All I know is of all possible fates, When it comes to pass then it shall be. Butterflies landing on a flower bud Has no great consequence, just as I, A mere pinprick on the state of the world Shall have no meaning after I die. So I ask you, O great Lord of Knowledge, What shall come to pass, what is my fate? Wi
ProblemsProblemsProblems
You think you have problems? I'll be dead tomorrow. Your gas bill has gone up? My house is all submerged. The price of milk has raised? I can't get any food. Some rain has made you wet? I am drowning in mud.
You think you have problems? I'll be dead tomorrow. Crushing waves of water Dirt brown and full of death Bodies at the bottom And still we try to swim I can barely stay up And still the floods rush in.
You think you have problems? I'm stuck inside my house. The water raising me My face again
Hmm...
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You can have another one!
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it looks crappy now compared to my new stuff tho
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