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As I chased happiness far ahead,
he turned around to me and said.
If your life is about having me,
then it will take you an eternity.
Material objects that you desire,
heap up for your own funeral pyre.

Dont fall for big corporate cheap tricks
predators who feed on our happiness-fix.
Selling you alcohol sips, fatty chips,
politics and shit are news station theatrics,
scaring us with world war conflicts.

Happiness dies on a crucifix,
Charon cries on the river styx.

Bunden vers av Mauri Waris
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Publicerad 2020-08-18 06:00

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