The beautiful things in life are fake
They are made of gold yet old
Crafted by a god yet false
Dad’s gone now so you cry
Make your sound as music
Put much sand in his hand
Dust to dust
Ash to ash – dreams deferred
Back to back
Evil to evil – miracle, the destitute
Impregnate the moon
Rape all the frogs on this floor of failed man to nature
Of corruption to culture
Dad’s gone now – lil Waaka is married
Rearrange my thoughts
Make death my priority
Starve my dreams with frames – call it vision 2020
My depth in the soil is 5050
I’m dying even before thirty
Dad’s gone now
Who bakes these dreams?
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