have you looked in the eye of someone that judges, someone that point's a finger, and someone that whisper in the church pew, and then smile,

who is this person that say's hello, laugh's with you and then run to say this and that,

a weeping person, crawl's for attention, cradles it, like a living organism, destroying what every's in it's path,

what name do we say to you that never has nothing nice to say, but yet only when it suit's there character,

and what do call a person, that say's, friend's aren't we, confinde in me, talk to me, lean on me, listen oh i will be right over, and then there it is, the knife that deepen's itself in your back, embedding like the driving force it is, death cry's out,

what pirecing mark is on there head, what brand is it that fit's them, and what name soothe's them, 666 oh no to harsh, do or don't you think,


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