09/03/2024
Written by Chaka Px Loudly the bell of discomfort preached, Calling attention to passerby to feast, Something must hold the promises made, The idol must be fed with lies, We are the community of doom, Happy faces with sad minds, Longing to touch something real, We are alive yet not living, Buried but not yet dead, We are a community of peace and chaos, Walk through with boldness. Such a people we call ourselves. (c) Chaka Px
Written by Chaka Px Loudly the bell of discomfort preached, Calling attention to passerby to feast, Something must hold the promises made, The idol must be fed with lies, We are the community of do…