Toxic


There is anger in the air,poisoning all the tired souls,

tired of being good and getting nowhere.

While all the haters breathe easy

Spewing toxins into the atmosphere

killing us, killing them,

But they laugh while they die

digging their own graves

we die, too, at peace without actions.

toxins

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