Thursday, February 4, 2016

Relation 3

I see that empty dead stare on the mirror
Nothing to hide, nothing to spare
Just another look for another day
Monotonous lives, surrounded by fear
Glorious sight is to see it all end
Come to me, come past by
Hear the preacher call it all out
Not much to do, not much to follow
This place is hollow and full of horror
Staring back, despised then hatred
Stand right next to me son, nothing matters
Take this, and them, a horrid example
Of how to fuck up, the preliminary sample
Drop dead, this is a favor
To me, humanity and the universe around us

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