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A bad man's running his mouth, talking of God and all sorts of things, saying justice comes to tear down all the sins and evils of this world, claims he knows it, oh, he knows it, he claims he'd bring down all those wretched souls and hand them some accountability; ah yes, a bad man's running, running away, jumping through hoops trying so **** hard to hide from justice, mmhm, cause a bad man's running his mouth, running away from the wrongs he condemned mere hours ago, talking about how much he hates a man like that, a man like him, and how much he'd love to show them, show them, show them how to be a bad man like him and masquerade as equity and virtue, talk a load of croc and take the plunge with a face so unlike these marauders, or so he says, he always says, always littering the world with his voice, his mumbled, garbled, running mouth; he wants to tell you that he'd take his knife to a man who dared to try you, feel you, oh, he says, as he takes what he wants on his own. A bad man's running, running amock in this silent town, disregarding good deeds, taking it upon himself to play the Janus.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
Bad Man Running
A bad man's running his mouth, talking of God and all sorts of things, saying justice comes to tear down all the sins and evils of this world, claims he knows it, oh, he knows it, he claims he'd bring down all those wretched souls and hand them some accountability; ah yes, a bad man's running, running away, jumping through hoops trying so **** hard to hide from justice, mmhm, cause a bad man's running his mouth, running away from the wrongs he condemned mere hours ago, talking about how much he hates a man like that, a man like him, and how much he'd love to show them, show them, show them how to be a bad man like him and masquerade as equity and virtue, talk a load of croc and take the plunge with a face so unlike these marauders, or so he says, he always says, always littering the world with his voice, his mumbled, garbled, running mouth; he wants to tell you that he'd take his knife to a man who dared to try you, feel you, oh, he says, as he takes what he wants on his own. A bad man's running, running amock in this silent town, disregarding good deeds, taking it upon himself to play the Janus.
Couldn't get the phrase bad man running out of my head
CautiousRain
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
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