Heartless Clogged Facade

Why is there

A longing for more?

More credit

More clothes

More empty items

To never expose

Such a gaping (w)hole

.

.

It’s a trap

All the commercials

Credit cards

Campaigns

It’s an addiction

Something that drove me

To the mundane

.

.

Keeping up with the jones

Turning myself into

A step-ford for about

10 hours a day

.

.

I couldn’t keep up

The facade

I was fading away

Nobody saw me

I just kept up

With the applause

Living a lie

And denying

The withdrawal

.

.

I have to sell everything

That has put me in this

Mess , sat down

Wrote down my debt

I was astonished

The hole I had dug

25k is something

I didn’t expect to get

A fixed rate love

Nothing coming from above

My own hell created

With a new wardrobe

& gloves

.

.

A thrift store find

Leading to credit card

Scores decline

Paying my bills

On time

But still never

Feeling truly alive

I can’t stand the

Rat race

.

.

I wish God

Would come

& make us face

What we have done

To his beautiful Earth

What we have killed

Denying his truth

Most of the wealth

Goes to suppressing

What helps

.

.

Most of the wealth

Goes to ensuring

Middle classes death

But don’t worry

He’s coming

.

.

So pay back that interest

Grab that new car

And drive that

Fucker far

.

.

When you get to

The mountains

Go stand up on top

Fall to your knees

And say Lord

Let me breath

.

.

I see myself clearly

I am a fool to believe

Plastic is entrapment

& marketing so vein

Making me feel

I’m not good enough

Unless I play the credit

Card game

.

.

I have so much

To pay back

Pay off & prove

But what does it matter

When I’m the only

One that will lose

.

.

No better interest rate

For my 800 score sake

No deeper connection

In my unshaken faith

.

.

Is God and money

Really connected like

They say

Kill me now

If this is all

Our fates

.

.

We’re ran by the unseen

Most walking around

At this point

No ones hands are clean

.

.

We ‘re tied to the chain

Of the industry of things

Filling it endlessly

Until one day

They say we are the kings

.

.

But the only king

Is the Almighty himself

And we cannot take

These possession

When we fall to our hell

.

.

When I stand before him

I am terrified of my sin

These things I was talked into

By friends and relatives remain

.

.

Come this way

They’ll give you a great deal

Fast track

First class

VIP for an exchange

A salesman was once

A kind man

.

.

Distorted by the pipers toll

There is nothing we can

Do now but wait for the

True End Times come full

.

.

Watch the stock market crash

And wonder where do we go

.

.

I clear myself for heaven

And the rewards that hang below

Grounding myself lightly

And going with my flow

.

.

I was apart of the pay off

A whistleblower now

I’ll rock the boat

Excessively

Till you run to me

And ask me how

.

.

I mean no harm

To you or me

My true intent

Is for us to be set free

.

.

Take off these chains

That God didn’t place

Run away from the salesman

Who claims he’s great

.

.

Clear your mind

Find what is unkind

Bind it right

Never let it get out alive

.

.

Purify yourself

And no opposing

Will find you

.

.

Devil Angel

Has your back

Write down your goals

Make a plan away

From marketing mayhem

.

.

Find yourself

And never let go

You are not your job

Your house

Or your car

You can’t take it with you

So why don’t you just let it go?

2:01 pm

July 4,2019

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