Anger
There he goes
The angry one
Bitter son of a bitch he is
Words like a vipers kiss
Yeah I'm the snake
The betrayer
who corrupts
And you can all
point your fingers
But I'll bite you all
And hope the poison lingers
There he goes
The sacrifice
Pitifull bastard he is
Carries us to bliss
Yeah I'm your savior
The redeemer
who forgives
So you can all
point you finger
and I'll resolve you all
so the guilt doesn't linger
But you don't see it do you?
The anger carried
should be yours
and everyone's
the child of too much disappointment
So go ahead
Resent my resentment
it's all you can manage.
Poetry by Karl-Johan
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Written on 2008-11-18 at 00:43
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