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The life (ride and decline of every soul)

Clowns speak in the light
while other are stuck in at night
some are afraid of the fright
some fight just to prove their right
while no children fly their kite
read a book or ride a bike
just listen to parents complain
that no one anymore has a brain
all while realizing nothings as it seems



actions speak louder than words
and tree huggers kill forest and birds
just to prove they are absurd
while bowing too a proclaimed nerd
scientific fact of what you heard
that no one or disease is really cured
just on grounds of pride had won
this man and boy and you're no the only one
before you find out its only dreams


pass the blame to marching dogs
who scatter and jump much like frogs
when the bullets rein, hidden under logs
withered with blurry visions through the fog
eating meat they killed themselves, last hog
running drenched in rain memory's of mud bogs
but then its not the fear of war
only the fear of being found on the floor
and hearing the passerby's and their screams



Wasted breath inside a lung
last-man-killer who was hung
remember the song he sung
as his cellmate quietly hummed
upon his guitar he would strum
and his brother played the drum
clearly now unto your eye
you see an handsome, innocent guy
but he's under misleading beams



A famous woman dies in mystery
makes her way into history
while others mourn in misery
they sharp-dress iniquity
sell it oh-so cleverly
under veils so you wont see
what their hiding, sad and true
make it sound form-fitted to you
and to you they sell bedazzled self-esteems


Lips are filled with common rage
never realizing to simply turn the page
growing old never acting of age
his shirt stained smelling of sage
never quit nor could escape his cage
held thoughts of times he battled
he was never one who could be dazed or rattled
but now the sunset perfectly gleams



and through thing aren't as they seem
inside a place, a perfect dream
a laugh, a cry, a desperate scream
as a deer in a head-light beam
forever now the headstone gleam
and every soul exits...
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
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