remembering when we wanted to live wondering why we're in such a rush to die children poisoning their systems and their minds perishing before their time in the midst of their prime it's a shame and it should be a crime on this plane anything on autopilot is bound to crash and when it does there's nothing left but ash human life Black, Red, Brown, Yellow or White is worth more than trash but the dumpsters full the weight thereof is just too heavy to pull some sit on the sideline benched like honorary pallbearers on standby not having to lift a finger but mentioned as if they lended a helping hand to lift a man
" LIVING MY BEST LIFE" says the morgue technician death is a million dollar industry just as profitable as harvesting