Last Breath

How are we suppose to breathe
When the air chokes with a breeze
A cool whiff of a disease
Sending death which won't appease

Please STOP!
Polluting my lungs
Slowly killing me, I grab my gun

Bam, pow, I pull the trigger
But nothing came out, go figure...
I forgot to load it

Look, I'm losing my senses
A side effect of the governments plan
To bit by bit decrease the population of man
Good idea, destroy the poor first

After all the proof that your better is in this verse

Sarcasm!

Come on my dear rich and powerful

The truths about to burst from my tongue
The last breath of hope I disburse
To you... I curse

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