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K
Won’t someone tell this vile sir?
To stop taking our time when the end is so ****ing nigh With his spit spewing gasoline drenched speech
Turns round and round, empty
Spotlights on the maze
Reminding me the days when all would amaze They tell me to stop digging my own grave
I can’t, it’s my job to entertain our race
K
Cornerstones to our society:
Home, Family and Fallacy
Violence and banality walking hand in hand These sullen thoughts make me grab my pen
As to unfold the mysteries we hold
Let me tell you something more or less cold See those people that never grew bold They’ll be the first ones to get old
And I quote:
“They will break our bodies glass
They will eat during the fast Crushing all of our traditions With habits, morals and ambition Molding us as if we’re clay!
They will eclipse the sun in May So, I ask: What can we say?”
Hey, that’s okay.
