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Villainous Perspective

Angry evil little devil

Finds her way into the metal

Once was solid now is rust

Once was there is turned to dust

 

Now an eagle from a dove

How does hate come from love?

When you turn to see the past

Can you tell it wouldn’t last.

 

Meddling hands tear away

All those things you’d have stay

Don’t you know life’s a game

And I’m the one who’s to blame

 

Did you know it was me?

I’m sure I made it plain to see

How I broke it into parts

And how I broke your little hearts

 

See me give a Cheshire grin

This my terrible, secret sin

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Published
May 14, 2012
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