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Shaken and Stirred

Finally not wondering why I don't seize to breathe..  
I will go on living without a breed..    
Laying on my back to feel the breeze..
Asking myself is the role I played a bit?    
Is the time not yet due in this life of sin?    
My nights of prayers refuse to lead..    
I can't even sip from my drink of beet..    
I received the shocks I cannot absorb..    
These missiles of misery I cannot abort..  
 
In the business I choose to deal..  
No amount of therapy for me to heal..    
Precious time we spent I cannot recall..    
I have been arisen may be it's time to fall..    
At sunrise and set me mourn of you the more..    
Got shaken and stirred enough..  
Out in this loneliness all alone..    
I bribed the cops till I cannot account..    
As they sun rises and set I feel and care for you love..    
     
Set the beat up Chardley..    
Funeral to attend tomorrow in Napoli..    
My tools or my Teletubbies..    
I need me justice my little luttle bees    
Wandering in Teletubbyland..    
Roaming in my Teletubbyland..
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
Published | Edited 28th Dec 2020
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