Burn it.

Oh it's all about money

And the gentlemen chat about where it's all going

Who earns the lot

And who cares of the rot

Or the filth

And the poor people dying

All asleep on their cot

And we only get more

Just to spend and to whore.

Awake! Young sellers and buyers of trash

Kill just for cash.

The trees are all dying,

all picked clean

you dastardly savers

bloodthirsty fiends

Blood running green.

Awake! Small dreamers and poor kids in rags

There has got to be more

Squirm and crawl on the floor

Ignore tricks and cheaters

and reeeach through the door.

Now STOP! sitting placid

and QUIT! evil workings

You children becoming witches

and torture just for earnings.

Let the little ones live

Let the world keep turning.

Live in a forest

And money,

keep it burning.

No use.

We're all bad people

doing bad things.

And no one is right

And no one truly knows anything about anything.

And people don't care what you're doing

Or who you are.

No use trying to be right

And no use trying to impress

And no use trying to fit well and make perfectly brilliant friends.

And certainly no use judging other people's lives.

(that's probably the dumbest way you could possibly live.)

Now you can go and create your own ending to this post.

Move away.

Quit college.

Go to college.

Find God.

Get a beer.

Or just punch someone in the face for trying to be a deity.

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I NEED AN ADVENTURE.