lost and then found
The game In a genetic waste land
For the Bishops i am told diagonals fill there fold
And the knights are moving patterns
The castles locked in horizontal
The Queen has the power
Moving directions of but two
The only thing she cant do
Is what the knight can do
So the king cant move in check
He must always misdirect
He the key to lose or win
And the others his defense
Or the offense in aggression
Pawns they give a fence to help
But in every game its close to life
A reflection of what is real
But nothing beats real life
It only makes the game
A exercise of the mind
Sometimes we leave reality
So caught up in games like these
We never walk out in the day and smell the flowers
So my heroes they are few
They garden in the morning dew
They stay awake and think of life
And how to grow the things i like
They never get called heroes now
There organic foods are very scarce
The meg lo maniacs are here they gentisize
And health fails here
For if god wanted us to fake
Or gentisize it would not take
The lives of cont less friends and mine
The food is poison for the mind
I wonder if it is mistakes
But i think not they cull with hate
I thought the way they did this didn't matter at first
For the only thing they ever did is made the food grow better
But stop to think right here
forefathers lived with what
What was harvested not modified
With the food made with there hands
If they worked hard enough they had plenty
So it makes our bodies weak
the foods are given not received
We only get whats on the shelf
And more people die from there health
They make the sugar cheap to buy
And jack food prices so sky high
And when were done there is no doe
To pay for anything they grow
So then the prices take our wealth
If we want to stay in health
All we have to do is clean
The genetic wasteland we will be
And the knights are moving patterns
The castles locked in horizontal
The Queen has the power
Moving directions of but two
The only thing she cant do
Is what the knight can do
So the king cant move in check
He must always misdirect
He the key to lose or win
And the others his defense
Or the offense in aggression
Pawns they give a fence to help
But in every game its close to life
A reflection of what is real
But nothing beats real life
It only makes the game
A exercise of the mind
Sometimes we leave reality
So caught up in games like these
We never walk out in the day and smell the flowers
So my heroes they are few
They garden in the morning dew
They stay awake and think of life
And how to grow the things i like
They never get called heroes now
There organic foods are very scarce
The meg lo maniacs are here they gentisize
And health fails here
For if god wanted us to fake
Or gentisize it would not take
The lives of cont less friends and mine
The food is poison for the mind
I wonder if it is mistakes
But i think not they cull with hate
I thought the way they did this didn't matter at first
For the only thing they ever did is made the food grow better
But stop to think right here
forefathers lived with what
What was harvested not modified
With the food made with there hands
If they worked hard enough they had plenty
So it makes our bodies weak
the foods are given not received
We only get whats on the shelf
And more people die from there health
They make the sugar cheap to buy
And jack food prices so sky high
And when were done there is no doe
To pay for anything they grow
So then the prices take our wealth
If we want to stay in health
All we have to do is clean
The genetic wasteland we will be
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The game In a genetic waste land
The game In a genetic waste land
