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It’s like they live their life…
In someone’s fucked up dream…
All twists and turns scripted…
With nothing as it seems…
Like the stars of a film…
Or strange actors on TV…
Everything seems so easy…
They steal all they see…
And get what they want…
Always have their own way…
No matter what the cost…
Or what others may say…
Oblivious to any pain…
Ignoring all warning signs…
And if people ask them…
Their response is always FINE…
Their life has little feeling…
And no accountability…
Whatever they choose do…
There’s never responsibility…
Always blaming someone else…
And pointing to the reason…
That they have no faults…
No matter if you see them…
As they go round stealing souls…
On a tag team murder spree…
Disowning their own actions…
In a warped reality…
Encouraging each other…
Taking evil to new heights…
Feeding off the thrill…
In the darkness of the night…
Walking down life’s highway…
Taking all that’s before them…
Never caring for opinion…
Of those who dare to condemn…
Because they live their life…
Feasting on the screams…
These cold hearted killers…
Destroying people’s dreams…
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Reading your poems and listening to Neil Finn is always by far Better Than TV
thanks for sharing “J”
Well, I agree listening to Neil Finn is 😉 – Thanks – Cheers J