Obediently pathetic

by april   Sep 21, 2007


Playing reality,
a life long game of hell.
Sell your soul for fortune and fame.
Every one loves you,
but don't even know you name.
Making up lies to pass the time.
Your day is coming,
time to pay for your crime.
Little puppets who is your master.
Do you see how much damage he has caused?

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