The fucking reason and the fucking soul

It's really not worth it. I'm just one of many. The many are me, you us and them. All are one and one knows all.

What I reap, I’ve never sown, 
The seeds again have grown
But if the reaper isn’t me,
what we’ll have is anarchy

Let me spread wealth and food.
The sky, Sun, earth and moon 
All my control and no one else’s
the plight for trust is cresting.

Surmise it possible that you do nothing
and in return you need the same. 

And once I let go, you’re gone. It really is that easy.

And once I let go, you’re gone. It really is that easy.

(via zodiaccity)