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Feb 2013
Try as you might,you can never disguise
The pain that paints the dark lines underneath your red rimmed eyes.
Lies you can tell
Tell all that all is well
But we know.

You can be stoic,can be curt but it's got to hurt
And hurt a lot.
Sit upon your shooting stick and take a shot
Another rabbit for the ***.
One more stew where you,
can lose the plot,forget what you've got
Pretend all's okay
After all tomorrow is just another day,
It will not come and like yesterday, for some they don't exist
Today is what is missed..today is all that's real
And the ink that draws the lines underneath the heartless times will congeal and set
We will get what we deserve
A serving up
Heads on the block
We might as well just lock the doors and open up the gas jet
Bet you never saw that one coming.

But I won't disguise that I despise this world of hate
This world of pain and wait,there's something more
I despise it even more each time I open up my eyes.

Let me die,go to my rest,the best has gone before
Stolen by the ones who know the answers to the test they set
And they will also get what they deserve
Revenge is but a sweet preserve,
We spread it light
And When the time is right
We'll spread the lot against a wall and shoot them down.

Underneath your brown eyes,black
With powder fumes
Your face consumed with hate
I will wait 'til you decide
If I can come inside.

We're all a sin
We all begin to pray but not tomorrow
Nor yesterday
Only today is real.
Let's spit,shake hands and make a deal
The devil is also real
Let's play.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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