End Lust
There's a rock on the shore,
of the man who's a bore.
As he labors and sweats,
showing no sign of regrets.
Turning and turning
on some body's yearning.
Wasting and milling
without any feeling.
Their lost in a maze
evolving the blaze.
that torches the earth,
of all of it's birth.
It singes the masses
with foul smelling gases.
Conceived in the rentals
occupied by the mentals.
They're feeling much wiser,
having set off the geyser.
That ended our dominion
it's just my opinion.
You will see: It will be!!
of the man who's a bore.
As he labors and sweats,
showing no sign of regrets.
Turning and turning
on some body's yearning.
Wasting and milling
without any feeling.
Their lost in a maze
evolving the blaze.
that torches the earth,
of all of it's birth.
It singes the masses
with foul smelling gases.
Conceived in the rentals
occupied by the mentals.
They're feeling much wiser,
having set off the geyser.
That ended our dominion
it's just my opinion.
You will see: It will be!!
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