People….yes, people of old people of new
They all mingle up in a harshness so very true
They drip sweetness but indeed poison lurks
They melt your insides with the arsenic in their hands
Blow them away, blow them all
For they are the very black source of your downfall
Call them your angels and see what you’ll get
Another nightmare with them dancing on your midnight bed
Pray, they always will charm you with honeyed words
They’ll always sway you like a mortal bee in a garden
But be forewarned dear friend for chaos looms in this land
Where fiends and foes of any kind play hide and seek in parts of old
They will mangle and eat you up alive in your little nested cave
For all they look for is your blackened liver for their hollow dinner
Do not be frightened brave babe, only look thee up to the witch mountain
The only place to be guided by to make thy entrance to people’s dark skies
Like vultures they will haunt your grizzly heart down
And they will seek to destroy your passion to the ground
Like a Russian bear you shall awaken in the mists
And trail your journey to the end of their heat
Beat them and massacre their foul false words
For they mean none of them, these children of Hecuba
Award them with grief and pain and sorrow
And rest thy cold, golden heart in the island of the lost away land
Bear them no words of sweet and measured rhymes
For they deserve but venality and cold asininity in their face
No poems to butter up their small-town minds
Andh no love for tee, my lonely child for the world ahead
Hold thy guilt, and feel none of it no more
‘tis too pitiful an act, to built on any feelings of kindness for them
For they have stole and broken thy pearly future in two
And looked back no more for thy black hole was withered and bruised
For shame! Thoust will not feel any remorse for these lowly peeps
Which tarnished you up like monsters in the dark city of Thebes
Beware thy mercy and hide thy humanity
For this is the starte of your war with this Endless reality!
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