killed me slowly

with your poison

sly words

a world of underground

only the strong come back

and all a fuse, for a extra earning cash

owning people by buying them material

nothing is replacable

im am not sitting on the fence

i am watching from out of my body

watching the good and the naughty

maybe just maybe i will be free

free from all of the want to kill me

suddenly fearless

suddenly true

all of you all of me

two sides to a coin

money oh money some love you so

i am a pilgrime

i know its just for show

theater play

we are so funny


where are our values?

The End

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