Sniff stuff, swallow shorts
A daily routine this has become,
I still don't know which is easy to adapt
To; a depressed soul or a broken heart
If you can't tell me, please let me be.
Was i wrong to love and trust.
Take back your Rod!
You want to chastise an innocent
With her cloth unclad and wears apart!
Have you no soul?
No i suppose, for you are aroused
To even know.
Are you not ashamed
Place your hands on your face out of disgrace.
You fatten up your pockets and belly
While you starve your workers every
Penny that they cant even
Speak out and claim justice.
Shut your mouth, shut it,
Tuwehh! That is my sailva as it
Meets with the soil beneath which
We put to rest he who you envily
Put to death, was he wrong to confide
In you his wealth? Yet your cry is loudest.
Evil live among men
How many more will you;
Break and betray,
Envy and be frenemies with,
Hurt and leave to love hate,
No tell me why not repair than cause damage.
Sir. Tomisin Eshton.