You
It's easy for you sitting theredictating with your pen
writing the names of our heroes
crossing over your foes
- Who are you to decide
which page that fit inside
planting ideas of a twisted kind
stealing dreams, you're raping minds
You make things up as you go
rumours of stories untold
people and places a rabbits hole
a fools work will rule
Let my insanity grow on you
let it flow through your veins
come with me on a journey inside
the wicked land of my mind
I'm sorry to say I can't come
Can't walk that yellow brick road
No longer stand your tinkering madness
Won't be part of your crimes nomore
Poetry by A Pettersson
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Written on 2011-01-03 at 03:44
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