End of the WorldMature

What signal is the media sending?
Sex and violence, it's all so tempting
Preachers, teachers, so condescending
You're born for silence, keep that hole empty
Fractured guidance, keep those hoes trendy
Just keep them spending, it's never-ending
Fuck transcending, we're all descending
There's no solution, there's just pretending
There's truth dilution, and knowledge bending
World pollution and doom impending
Nothing that's even worth defending
No revolution to be attending
This world is better off just ending 

The End

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