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Underground Acres
where they grow the people weak!
Underground Acres
Where they grow the people weak
They teach em what to think
They teach em how to speak
They look just like you and I
But they got no soul inside em
When the time comes for them to die
They walk around among us
Thanks to the Underground Acres
Implants with a backstory
Those rubber stamped fakers
They know just how to buy shit
They know just how to vote
They pay their fucking taxes
Underground Acres better believe it
Our kids call them NPCs
Those non playing characters
That walk the streets among us
Corn fed humanity
Now you can laugh
Laugh all you fucking want
But if you look you'll see that you're outnumbered
You never were before.
I call it Underground Acres
The place where they grow the people weak
But you will never find it
No matter how hard you seek
Because the farms are here beneath us
Underground so very deep
Where the scientists that grow them
Teach them how to speak
About the Creator
Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction.
Raised in Ancaster, Ont. I write about what I know and survived. Apart from tales of my youth, I am writing a horror story for the Fiction-Horror section of the library. Met an old homeless guy He told me, "Everyone has their own story."
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