Friday, October 26, 2012

The finality of frailty, it's all done and we're weak,
 Can you hear me ??

It's like it's never been done before, ever,
and we're all victims, with hate poisoning our pores
Hated seeping through our skin,
passing it on to the next of kin, sip the gin...

Only the strong survive, and they're destined to win

Singing to the soul of another, perhaps a brother,
Like "from the heart to the trigger, you'll always be my nigger..."

Karma and Camaraderie - what do they have in common ??

Speak none with a devilish tongue, I'll give you some -

Get my jib - I'll punch you in the ribs, kid.
I'm kidding, and it's not all about winning
What about enjoyment ?? sheer enjoyment
Being pleased with life, and maybe a beautiful wife, eh ???

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