You've been wondering that you've got
No tiny false extraction point
A deluded perception of reality
Blood flowing round the corner of the streets
There's a creeping centralisation of power
And a hoarse whisper in your ears
It's time for your magnanimous self
To let the ego drain away
A thousand battles and memoirs
Those anecdotes you never read
They're the fables of your life
Hinging upon a soft limerick
And now when you try to
Juxtapose those thoughts in your mind
The imbecile beings around
Whitewash your victory and demise.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
You've been wondering that you've got
No tiny false extraction point
A deluded perception of reality
Blood flowing round the corner of the streets
There's a creeping centralisation of power
And a hoarse whisper in your ears
It's time for your magnanimous self
To let the ego drain away
A thousand battles and memoirs
Those anecdotes you never read
They're the fables of your life
Hinging upon a soft limerick
And now when you try to
Juxtapose those thoughts in your mind
The imbecile beings around
Whitewash your victory and demise.
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