Late Easter Ether

[MaCRonI]

Peep it yo:

I'm cured of my life of utter ugliness after Easter/
cuz even the most faithful of beleivers/
preachers seek life in death,constantly lethargic/
Cuz the appeal of the unreal is the glode's stock market/
and we think we wont live if we haven't go this/
or that, but all we do is sustain the world's economics/
see the empty promise of seeking coffin's offerings/
nonliving things we think will be happiness offspring/
but are really empty shell like easter eggs/
a black void fills us, we still cant see ahead/
constant mislead, cuz the future we preceive/
is not always what we make it out to be/
cuz temporary forevers,supposed endless pleasure/
are the things that we treasure, measure/
our sucess by, but the hunger for joy we possessed by/
just leads us to a dead end, back where we started/
we below the heavens, so we harness/
our meaning seeking life amongst decieced/
only by seeking life in god will we be released/

[MaCRonI]

c'mon homie.....feed me yo!