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Mindz racing through the backsreet alleys of the mind called Thought (by Billy)
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Minds Racing Through Backstreet Alleys Called Thought
Shadows just staring back blankly at the confused faces that are
stuck in the prison everyday of your so called education.
taught how to steal, cheat, murder and lie.
Is this the way to eternal damnation or is it just a thought up story from some drunk sitting in a daze with a pad and paper?
Who cares!?
The people who are there to serve and protect are too lazy to enforce the
rules made by the man who had it all and is too greedy to give,
not caring about the "working man".
And the working man that goes to his so called "god"
and donates his hard earned money that he worked his ass off for,
for what!? Salvation? He was damned from the start.
Sickness, hate, love, money,
all tools of a fallen god
sent to punish the good who try to make something of life
and in return get a kid who deals or a heart that fails,
whats the use of life?
Are we already dead in hell
striving every day to achieve happiness..
that stereotypical word that can mean true love or a quick handjob.
And the people who find true love are damned once again,
with the desire of lust.
One quick wink and all is forgotten,
the person you care most for is the last thing on your mind
as you dwell on the passion of the moment
only to soon to realize how much you just desecrated
the one thing that makes you truly happy.
In a world full of killers and haters and liars
you ask for an apology,
if you're lucky, you get a I love you.
What does that phrase mean?
Does it mean I can't get noone else so i'll settle for you,
or, I can't live without you, you're my only one?
Doesn't matter, cause everything fades with time, and then as you're sitting in purgatory looking back at your life,
you realize that you've finally been put out of your misery
only to be taken away from the true love of your life,
Yourself.
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