Multilevel Passive Dream Aggression Income

The man trying to sell his shit

To the naive boys around the table

Everyone wants to buy it

Work two years get rich forever

I have that driving force

And all doubts you have are wrong

I am right believe me

I am the answer he says

His gesture works with him to well

The withering trust falls apart

Around the table

This is the way things are working

We give you a perfect CRM system

Work for us we might pay you later

Or not

Slowly Dying

Moving around on

The frozen tundra

Along with the other

Lost soul who ended up here

In the far north

The place where you find

Yourself out of life and lust

Just empty cold days without

Meaning and hope

Travelling from work (if you have such a thing)

To home losing the last feelings of

Hope and Joy

Why?

Why do we live?

I have no good reason

Demoralised and put in the margins

Nothing more than that

Nothing less

Still another day

Another year

Without love or support

Another year

Of hardship in

Front of me

More madness

More crazy people

More crap

Why do I live?

Destruction

To change is to die a little bit

The bitter taste of wasted time

Sunken costs stench

In your nose

Like burned tires or rotten meat

You had the time

And now you need to

Destroy your past

Burn it all down

While sobbing and getting drunk

On old whisky

The love you had

Has decomposed

You will never be compensated

Forget it all

And let the madness

Take hold of you

Go to the nearest beach

And dip your toes into.

The water

Whatever the temperature

Just do not stay there

Go on and on and on again

And I promise that you will thrive

In the ice cold world that man created

For himself and his lonely God

Bad Times

Dying city

Decaying city

Filled with rich filth

Destroying the mind and body

Slowly burning city

Falling apart at dusk

Armed men

Guarding cautiously and attaching their guns to their frail bodies

In case of other frail men trying to take what little gold

They might have

No cash has any worth any more

Only handouts of food and water

And of course the eternal metal

Shining so bright in our dirty hands

Discrete Murder

Deep roots

Craving water

Running under

Our feet’s

We do not know them

We do not care for them

Until

They makes us fall

Like helpless children

Or very old men

Crawling for mercy

Striving for safe places

Ignoring the fact

That there are no safe spaces

All around us is nature

Nurturing us, killing us softly

From within