go read the blogs

The red lights on the streets
The silence walks by the shadows
Listening to the soft breeze
Ah where is the client gone?

Upstairs hammering on the hard table
Chopping off anger and discontentment
Pictures of paradise seemingly gone
March 8 the poker players lost badly

When the leader walks into his castle
Only small lights flickering on his eyes
He tries to control his emotion
The party warlords hide from him

They spin words of encouragement
They don’t tell him the truth
The leader walks alone in his corridor of power
When he looks up the black spider man hangs
Whispering, chanting and laughing into the night
‘The time is near
O leader who doesn’t understand
You will get hit every part of it
You are stubborn not to see yourself’

Surrounded by warriors of no value
Pandering to his wishes
Giving good feeling report
Only to make him falls…..

Go read the blogs
You will know what are on the streets
Go to the ground O leader
Don’t listen to your C4 boys
They haven’t learned their lessons well
If you don’t change now
You will go down into the dark hell