Tunde Son
I’m happy to have the scars,
A world you never heard before,
He’s coming back again.
Dead is the travel of all our travels,
And the consequences of them will be,
In order to put others off their guard.
Investors have you by the balls,
I just want to be stopped,
And no one will stop me.
It is useless to attempt to preserve a living species,
Where there’s not a natural structure that’s known,
They can’t understand what it means.
Commodities were made in factories,
For the gift without the giver is bare,
Knock astrology out of his head,
The erratic project of kneading that sadness into joy.