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Gunslingers & City-Slickers

Cynic

By sunny boyPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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God is dead

I

Stick to my guns

As the world spins idly to no end

Seeing shooting stars

Between many moons and suns

False prophets rule to false trends

There is not a soul to recommend

A sense of sanctity to comprehend

There is but revenge in the wild west

The city is our haven

A justified rat race

Demented and misshapen

We spend our time;

Minutes to hours

Cyber surfing

A crypto-scour

The internet has no day or night

No security

Yet we howl at the moon

A redundant plight

Repenting earth for its impurity

Psychosomatic mentality

A reality where legality

Is secondary,

Infantile reptiles lead nations to exile

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