Between Angels and Insects

I'm sick of this. Sick of the distance between us, the bars that the "people of the state"  have put up between her and I. All because they lost money. That's really what all this is about. People need money to buy the things to make themselves feel like they're worth something. I love her, I hate money. That's not normal for these people, so they separate us. Who gave them that power? Who decided that Judge Smiley can choose whether or not two people can be together. I hope they pay you people working legal jobs well. Because in the end, you're worth just as much as that little piece of green and yellow paper; NOTHING. You lead meaningless lives in which your whole goal is to make as much money as possible because you have been conditioned to love money. You may have a person that you think you love, but not more that your money. You'd rather go to work every day of your pathetic, worthless lives, instead of doing something to change the country's dependence of money. If I could, I'd burn it all. Set every dollar bill ablaze in front of you. Destroy all the presses that make coins and cash, demolish all the banks and buildings dedicated to the Almighty Dollar. Get back to trading rocks and beads or some shit tha EVERYONE can get for free. "Oh well if everyone can get it then why is it valuable?" Can't everyone in the country get cash or change in some way? Why is it valuable if millions are produced everyday? Why waste your life in pursuit of a piece of paper, spend it searching for happiness in more practical things than cash. Instead of paying for things, why don't we just take them? "Because we don't want to get locked up." So you don't do what you could, and possibly want to, be doing out of fear of imprisonment. Well then you're already living in a prison. You're exactly how they want you to be. A compliant little ant to move where they place the food and to panic when they tap the glass (ant farms). Stand up for yourselves. Don't let some people tell you what to do just because they sit in a big chair in a big building. Our ancestors didn't take shit from their government. When the taxes and prices were too high, they rebelled. If they could see us now, they'd beat the shit out of every single one of us that is not actively trying to free ourselves, then they'd kill themselves out of disappointment. Even after that, you people wouldn't change. You can't change. You are pathetic, worthless, dependant, and you have no desire to make this country what it should be.
The Song of The Day is Between Angels and Insects by Papa Roach. What's yours?

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