Sunday, November 12, 2017

the lies in the air



The black dogs are afraid
They don't want to live on the streets
They have lived the luxurious life
They can't smell the bad days

The selling of souls
The short works to paradise
This is what they think
If only they realize the bad

The lies in the air
The words they say
They can't pull back
It will bite them

The black dogs roar
In the big crowd on stage
They wag their tails
They jump for joy

But joy is short lived
The stage collapses
They will see stars
Burying deep underground

The truth will shoot high
It will blossom like the flowers
When the sunshine glows in the sky
The blades of rays hope of paradise

The black dogs only whimper
Slowly the heavy loads crushed them
It brings down an era of lies
The truth finally buries them for good


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