Sat Mar 23, 2024 11:33 pm by globalturbo
Death Seeds: Say No ! To GMO
Modifications, invariably intoxicated death seeds gained and
promoted by dirty deeds . Lawmakers, stakeholders, promoters and the
land loving money makers taking heads. Causing needs beyond reach, so
easy to allow it to happen, got the élite clapping.
The situation is far more dire than you can comprehend, nutrition
coming to an abrupt end. The dead are crying tears of blood for that’s
all that’s left to share, some hear the cries and just don’t care,
others can see the lakes once clear.
Now tainted with crimson, walking past without a second glance, don’t
even dare. Walking corpses, talking corporates, looking for more; they
want to take all of it..
It’s deep how you can be so shallow, happy to follow so no one scolds
you, temperature hit below zero, when we decided the world needs no
heroes. Ignorance is bliss, until you hit the ground, kiss of death,
nothing left to rant about. Let’s get on our horses and ride through the
night, cloaked in black, silent in our attack.
No more holding hands its time to have each others back, get real,
stop being slack. Give life to your words, dust off that sword, curse
those who deserve nothing less. And bless those born into an earth with
no regard for those in duress, protecting incomes not innocence.
Profits before people; it seems to be that simple, leaving diseased
bodies and crippled minds. Deaf leading the blind, a crying shame, a global crime, it’s heinous and we are running out of time..
Wendee Valencia
Thanks to: http://thriveonnews.com
Modifications, invariably intoxicated death seeds gained and
promoted by dirty deeds . Lawmakers, stakeholders, promoters and the
land loving money makers taking heads. Causing needs beyond reach, so
easy to allow it to happen, got the élite clapping.
The situation is far more dire than you can comprehend, nutrition
coming to an abrupt end. The dead are crying tears of blood for that’s
all that’s left to share, some hear the cries and just don’t care,
others can see the lakes once clear.
Now tainted with crimson, walking past without a second glance, don’t
even dare. Walking corpses, talking corporates, looking for more; they
want to take all of it..
It’s deep how you can be so shallow, happy to follow so no one scolds
you, temperature hit below zero, when we decided the world needs no
heroes. Ignorance is bliss, until you hit the ground, kiss of death,
nothing left to rant about. Let’s get on our horses and ride through the
night, cloaked in black, silent in our attack.
No more holding hands its time to have each others back, get real,
stop being slack. Give life to your words, dust off that sword, curse
those who deserve nothing less. And bless those born into an earth with
no regard for those in duress, protecting incomes not innocence.
Profits before people; it seems to be that simple, leaving diseased
bodies and crippled minds. Deaf leading the blind, a crying shame, a global crime, it’s heinous and we are running out of time..
Wendee Valencia
Thanks to: http://thriveonnews.com
