Sunday, September 07, 2014

it dies in the puppet string


The blood thirst
In the dark alleyways
The flying dark angel stands
With his black wings

The moonless night
The darkness crawls along
The dim dark shadow smiles
The night of merry

Across the road
The long houses lit
The close knit people
Kneeling to pray

They worry about
The dark shadow at the alley
Every night he waits
For the downfall ruin

The smell of ruin
Of lives so easily giving away
Of greed and corruption breed
The downfall of many

The poor souls
Hungry to climb the stairs
Sacrifice every principle
What's the end result?

The blood thirst
The addiction painted in the mind
The freedom never come to click
It dies in the puppet string

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