Web of spiders
Web of lies
Web of intrigue
Web of flies
Caught within a patterned space
Blind to coming death
Illusion made by fetid race
To steal it's own of breath
Motivated by a cause
That's miniscule in scale
Senselessness to their plans flaws
Will surely make them fail.
I think this thought a thousand times
To comfort me in rest
They just commit a thousand crimes
The world's at their behest.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Web of spiders
Web of lies
Web of intrigue
Web of flies
Caught within a patterned space
Blind to coming death
Illusion made by fetid race
To steal it's own of breath
Motivated by a cause
That's miniscule in scale
Senselessness to their plans flaws
Will surely make them fail.
I think this thought a thousand times
To comfort me in rest
They just commit a thousand crimes
The world's at their behest.
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