Sometimes, you just need to wipe the drawing board clean and start over. ๐คท๐ ๐ฅ
Our mother grows angry Retribution will be swift We squander her soil and suck out her sweet black blood to burn it We turn money into God and salivate over opportunities to crumple and crinkle our souls for that paper, that gold Money has spent us
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