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| im whispering behind you backs |
Parasites,
they disguised as saints and somewhat beatified in front of our eyes, but they
rotten from the inside-out. An arsonists at heart, they have mastered this art
of burning us down, pointing all this blame unto us; they fly in this dementia
of utter insolence and disgust. It is by their hearts that they have been
master craftsman of lies and deceit and at times robber and thief.
Pretension
and deception is always at hand, stealing our dreams right before our eyes, and
who’s to blame for this oblivious act? None but us, for we let them do this to
us. We pampered this maggots like baby at heart. We lavishly followed all their
evil plots, letting them to burn us down to ash. Sadly, we walk like a blind
mice in the dark, we just follow their wicked voice like a thin ray of light, yet
beneath this deception is another wolf in a sheep skin.
They devour
our moral and rights and we act none to stop this madness, selling ourselves to
the devil of this land, we ignorantly reside in this muddle of atrocity. How long
must we stoop down right before this arses? Can we not stand up and fight? If only
we can open our eyes and see beyond their deceitful smiles.
We strive
so hard to please their ass, yet all they do is dance in this syncopated music
of vice and corruption. We maybe liars and robbers under the scorching sun,
still, there a big demon that’s been manipulating this crowd. As long as we
waste our time fishing these petty thieves, we’ll gain nothing but hollow
praises and insipid smiles. No kudos to all of us. And for all I care, there’s an
ego-bloated-flat-chested-demon that we must struck down first.
