You either believe in the supernatural or you don’t.
Based on what you choose above, you’d either…
… settle for the statusquo or you won’t.
We believe in the supernatural because our God is all-powerful and almighty who does things one cannot imagine.
And hence, we think it’s time the statusquo is brushed up a whole bit.
Things always won’t stay the same.
Oh look, the tide is already changing.
K*ll the Bourgeois
// poetry
Ancient tree on the block
You can’t fell me.
These vain dreams of owning the world,
You can't sell me.
A bunch of spiritual speed breakers
You can't quell me
I’m going to keep coming back for your head
You can't “Go to Hell me”.
I say a bunch of spiked food on the shelf,
You can’t haze me.
I’m a pissed off Factory worker,
A mortal bourgeois can’t faze me.
All guile and craftiness
Falls short before the Supreme hand.
In a circuitous slippery path he sends the wicked
End up in misery mixed with glass clenching sand.
Only autonomy stapled on my mind,
Not Perverse instructions from an Aristocrats head
Tomorrow I’m going to return to Rebelling,
For now, I’m going to hit the bed.
