The World? Fuck the World.

The world? Fuck the World

These politicians talk about these carbon emissions-
and the transitions that may occur from these fucked-
up conditions, like giving us aquisitions on weather conditions...
Its deteriorating; and we should refrain from using gasses;
insane, as we can't maintain so we remain; stubborn -
and complain so 'fuck the world' and 'screw your campaign'.
Why can't we live happy will we see it? No we won't...
and do i care? I don't and i know deep inside you won't.
If it fails, it fails then death will prevail with some pretty-
gruesome details, i'd have thought but when you look-
at it on that scale, I'll be long buried amongst grime and snails.

Daughters crying, dying from streched lungs and burnt throats,
smoke chokes in the air, so don't hold tongues, this is no hoax-
Oh no, demise is evident in dark skies, stars relax back as they
fade to black, we're all slaves to decaying maps:
"Read all about it!" or maybe you'd rather your grandchildren suffer,
and be strapped with gas, laughing at the good old days,
back when we didn't have to wear masks! We're trapped,
by our own device... stuck in a vice, held tight with ignorance at a price,
so open eyes to melting ice, before we all die in pollution paradise

Ozone puncture? Nah, just an anomalous image with dust specks
Must I respect this smug “stress” and false scientific tests
ignorant parent too busy cleaning up an invisible mess
when the visible is best and the air is fine for the rest
I don’t need ministers shouting about rubbish in the streets
Propaganda minstrels claiming facts as fiction is released
On the maps via TV, the people believe what they see
And it’s easy as faith is blind and the dumb men lead
I’ll spray lynx on green leaves- man I don’t give a fuck
Day stinks in these mean streets- can I kiss these drugs
throw the cigarette butt for kids to find and love
slice the packaging, dice the paper & tip the bin just enough

but...

there is that steady stream of men without dreams -
defending with pickett signs made by downed trees,
but I've found these... are actually hypocritic bastards...
I'm well aware that my money is acidic plastered,
I know you've witnessed factors that could kill...
would kill... or have already destroyed the ill -
but your noise could still drive away viewers,
it's my product, but your usage of it couldn't save fewer...
I dream of a day I skewer, maim, and slay the nuisance...
I'm the salesman... and they? the pollutants.




.Messiah, Poeta, Baron then Cry.

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nice vocab ..,.good use of words and the structure just right...i feel with you on this piece i can definatly relate to it yo...nice read ...9/10 ...keep it 100

umm... yep. feedback is appreciated!


messiah, you need to edit that font shit out.
and you should'a put COLLAB in the title or something hoe :rolleyes:



attract the viewers! pollute their brains!

upp

Its deteriorating; and we should refrain from using gasses;
insane, as we can't maintain so we remain; stubborn -
and complain so 'fuck the world' and 'screw your campaign'.
Why can't we live happy will we see it? No we won't...
and do i care? I don't and i know deep inside you won't.

I really dug these lines cause they seemed to be so from the heart....theres so much emotion in them....They didn't have the best flow....but I liked that it was more like a rant. It made the reader think like..."He's really concerned about this".



Daughters crying, dying from streched lungs and burnt throats,
smoke chokes in the air, so don't hold tongues, this is no hoax-
Oh no, demise is evident in dark skies, stars relax back as they
fade to black, we're all slaves to decaying maps:

Now as for Poeta's verse....I really dug the rhymescheme....and you had somewhat the same vein of emotion....but it was more from a standpoint of pointing out people's apathy. Nice rhythm and I like the cynicism.




On the maps via TV, the people believe what they see
And it’s easy as faith is blind and the dumb men lead
I’ll spray lynx on green leaves- man I don’t give a fuck
Day stinks in these mean streets- can I kiss these drugs
throw the cigarette butt for kids to find and love
slice the packaging, dice the paper & tip the bin just enough

To me Baron approached his verse more as something he could put into an audio....imo, he had some good assonance compared to the other rhymes in this collab...."Give a fuck/kiss these drugs". I was loving how those two lines went together.



there is that steady stream of men without dreams -
defending with pickett signs made by downed trees,
but I've found these... are actually hypocritic bastards...
I'm well aware that my money is acidic plastered,

I see Cry stuck with his usual flow and had the best multies in this piece,,,cause he used no assonance....the stuff actually rhymed....lolz...To the other collabers don't take offense to that. I just really like what Cry does with multies and he closed this piece out flawlessly IMO.

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