Tue 19 Jun, 2018 21:21:56 EAT
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I'm a fool and his money,
I cry to be happy
The golden handshake my sorrow
It's a blessing in disguise.
Pretty pennies all are fantasies,
Rotten bridges in anguish
A clean bill of death our price
Our energies a use for tool,
Our cries a hand to feed them,
Our tears happy memories for them.
We've buried the cake,
For them to eat the berry
And deep within we burn
The truth in wine.
I wish to ebb away
Maybe to easen up my life,
But my deeds make me stay
For I'm a fraid of the sweet hell
We've turned into dark horses
For all we know are laws for the raws
Our lives dead cert
Our struggle their daylight robbery
All they do is leave us dead like dodo
Leave us more of raped sheeps than human.
© Expired Giant
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