Perscription medications riddle the mouths of the people, like momma bird feeding us worms.
Is this what the choices we've made given us?
Synthetic plesebos anointed the life we've chosen.
Life is poison yet the toxin seems to do nothing but drive us up then crash us down below the ground, the soul is found below the notion of a crown.
Flipping through media propaganda, the all natural way to be green, healthy misleading truths that they claim are hidden from eyes to see.