The
back door
It
isn't smelling good
The
air-flow is bad
The
robbers like
Nobody
cares to look
They
rob at will and take control
They
laugh and smile
Patting
each other back
They
forget about the Light
Shining
through the windows
Catching
them in the act
Telling
them there is a payback
On
the first page of their lives
They
see the bad virus flying high
They
don't have the answer
They
shut it down quickly
The
bad virus isn't stopping
It
is flying high capturing prey
They
maybe included in the list
The
bad will attract familiar fate
The
back door
Nothing
they say will count
It
is the wrong way
And
they know it
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