11-11-2013
Life goes by,
So fast,
So quick,
Once fine,
Now sick,
Life goes by,
Survival instinct,
Not long now,
Until the poor are extinct,
There is no greatness,
There is no good,
When what they speak,
Is as clear as mud,
No more rich boys,
Please no more pain,
All that money,
Are they insane?,
So I’ll stand up tall,
With my shoulders back,
I’ll let them know,
With one great smack,
They’ll see us here,
And hear our cry,
Coz we know,
How well they lie,
We will not stop,
We will not die,
Until they drop,
Until they cry,
We’re growing up,
We’re getting wise,
And their souls,
Our intent to despise.
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