Isn’t it what its not?
Sitting there praying till you rot
Trying to figure out a plot
To these worldly settings
Surrounded by envy
Jealousy greed
Ambitious dreams
Endless needs
Like air that you breathe
Polluted thieves
Thriving
Internal rioting
Fighting to get out
While wanting to be in
Eternal souls blinding sin
BUT you’ll only get out what you win.

We’re on some futuristic shit with this
Bad news blues
Listen collectively to what you choose
What clues conclude to an answer,
When every person you meet has a cancer
Gracefully swaying like a dancer
Making it look good to do bad.
Smile even though it’s sad
Delirious disaster dabs
Mad scientist raptures captured
Nobody has an opinion
Feeble mind dominions

I’ll be questioning your questions
Till you question your concern
Till you look to see what within burns

I'm just writing this politely concerned.


~Delilah Benitez