Drowning in the sorrows of my fellow men
Staring at their souls' dark and bitter end
I come to the conclusion
And have left no illusion
Death makes friends when we least expect
While the devil befriends all who stand *****
So rigid and so proud it makes them fall
For centuries we gossip and lie and stall
Until we break into little tiny pieces
Shattered and broken, all breathing ceases
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 12:23 AM UTC
Drowning in the sorrows of my fellow men
Staring at their souls' dark and bitter end
I come to the conclusion
And have left no illusion
Death makes friends when we least expect
While the devil befriends all who stand *****
So rigid and so proud it makes them fall
For centuries we gossip and lie and stall
Until we break into little tiny pieces
Shattered and broken, all breathing ceases
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