"Hypocrisy"11:34 Dec 16 2009
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Most know not, of loneliness, all that they can do, is guess.
To be alone, it rots your soul; so, you're stuck, not being whole.
The ones you love, they'll be around, but, there is a deep surround,
it's the darkness, from inside, killing me, like pesticide.
At times, the blankness of my mind. It puts me in a bind. Makes it known,
just how blind; do you think I am? That one last lie, inside my head. Dirty little scam;
artists, like to draw, and paint, and write, and find each flaw. Like the ones who found
their flaws; ripping through them, eating of them, picking, poking, with their claws.
"Why can't people just accept?"
"Why," I cry, "Must we lie?"
"Secret's to be kept."
"Lie?"
"Die!"
"Why cry?"
"Patience is in short supply,"
"Please don't cry, you'll make me lie,"
"If you lie, you'll surely die!"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Lie until your face turns blue,"
"And you sir, how bout you?"
"I'm the Nazi, you're the Jew,"
One man, can kill a million, and another, kill a billion.
Hitler didn't kill a billion, cigarettes, they kill a million;
each and every day, and still, smokers, they all pay.
Pay a billion bucks a day, just to keep the pain away.
It's quite funny, don't you know? Dying children, in the snow.
Each and every Eskimo, they all know, where men go;
deep into the dirt, after all their blood does squirt;
trudging through the snow, crimson rivers start to flow.
Most have never seen their blood. Flowing freely, like a flood.
Bullets do that, can't you see? All this inhumanity.
Lying face-down, in the mud, then it hits me, with a thud.
Men are killing, in a spree. To be free. Hypocrisy.
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