Give me dirt, or pacify me with death!

“Peace Be Still”

But is it?

Cause my peace be moving, and its campaign is either invisible or aggressively influential, depending upon the effects of our drug of choice.

A sobering thought is a misnomer, cause ain’t no one capable of sober thought in this drug-induced haze of false reality.

Every news channel asks us to wash our hands, but really, it’s our thoughts they seek to infect, cause what good are clean hands upon the superficial surfaces or treacherous depths of a dirty world?

There ain’t no gardener in history that can avoid filth to arrive at true beauty, aka real truth. Then again, we ain’t all gardeners, or are we?

Even if unspoken, most of us care only that the depth of our lives overshadows the shallowness of our graves.

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