With every scapegoat,
I fed the grass of perjury.
Then I'd be a distortion,
pealing the fragmented
façade from me...
Walking away from the wreckage.
Leaving them trapped
and broken in the remnants
of my echo..
Hi I'm Judy,
I always like names with J..
No goats this time,
just sheep ready
to follow me to the slaughter house..
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 4:19 PM UTC
With every scapegoat,
I fed the grass of perjury.
Then I'd be a distortion,
pealing the fragmented
façade from me...
Walking away from the wreckage.
Leaving them trapped
and broken in the remnants
of my echo..
Hi I'm Judy,
I always like names with J..
No goats this time,
just sheep ready
to follow me to the slaughter house..
