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you move restless impulsive, loud but empty on the prowl, easy naive prey you are a true merchant of death surrounded by bought smiles one day you call in the debt mercilessly karma will call your debt in to, maybe already my eyes won't have the pleasure to see God knows best your face, once a clean canvas reveals the truth, death merchant life was easy conveniently forgetting there is a god ,watching each brush stroke reveals more truth choice in color, an educated eye interprets cracks revealed- you old cracked painting discarded - life is cruelest when you are old a new painting painted over a discarded death merchant an era forgotten wiped clean - the end
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
death merchant
you move restless impulsive, loud but empty on the prowl, easy naive prey you are a true merchant of death surrounded by bought smiles one day you call in the debt mercilessly karma will call your debt in to, maybe already my eyes won't have the pleasure to see God knows best your face, once a clean canvas reveals the truth, death merchant life was easy conveniently forgetting there is a god ,watching each brush stroke reveals more truth choice in color, an educated eye interprets cracks revealed- you old cracked painting discarded - life is cruelest when you are old a new painting painted over a discarded death merchant an era forgotten wiped clean - the end
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Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
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