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The Lost Child

by whitdrew22

Oh the woes of a lost child In the church of misfits Where despair is the religion And sin is the prayer Where temples are burned down Because the body is scattered And not a soul dare speaks Because angels and demons dance together in the darkness Where lust is synonymous to love, And alcohol taints the once sacred halls Because this is misery’s cathedral And the bells always toll Oh the woes of a lost child In the school of hard knocks Where hedonism is the lesson And greed is the teacher Where the halls are filled with self-gain Because there is no trust And everyone turns a blind eye Because they’ve used their neighbor as a stepping stone Where the law does not exist And betrayal paints the narrow road to success Because this is gluttony’s classroom And class is always in session
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Published
Jul 8, 2016
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#lust#lost#misery#selfishness#greed#gluttony
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