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Bastards
the bastards never seem to die
living on rose scented wine
shattered victims always cry
feasting on so-called divine
bitching and moaning never cease
the bastards never seem to die
evil desire twisted disease
living in a perpetual lie
boiled souls begin to fry
daggers twisting the inside
the bastards never seem to die
every innocent must abide
human beings pay the rent
politicians pass the rye
children always circumvent
the bastards never seem to die
living on rose scented wine
shattered victims always cry
feasting on so-called divine
bitching and moaning never cease
the bastards never seem to die
evil desire twisted disease
living in a perpetual lie
boiled souls begin to fry
daggers twisting the inside
the bastards never seem to die
every innocent must abide
human beings pay the rent
politicians pass the rye
children always circumvent
the bastards never seem to die
Published 12th Jul 2018
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12th Jul 2018 2:52am
wow Dave you did it in perfect form
while delivering a powerful poem..
I am impressed...
love you..
Brenda
while delivering a powerful poem..
I am impressed...
love you..
Brenda
12th Jul 2018 5:23am
Brenda.. i tried.. not my natural vibe.. i may have not even done it right.. lol.. thanks for the love..
Dave
Dave
