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Too Many Enemies:
(Written by Leemonster)
The liars in the game
Faceless with no name
as the structure falls
roof and floor meet the walls.
The tankers, the bankers, forced to the edge
justice has come, my bloodsucking friend.
The propaganda, the thieves
hiding under thick concrete sheets.
You're gonna crush yourself flat
all the pressure living like that.
No more badges, no more bars
take the masks off those stars
The crime of being alive
is going to have to be released.
Too many enemies
too many fees
too many enemies
killing for peace.
Style won't save a life
but grace might keep you up
later than you should stay
you should've kept away.
The art in the showcase
that looks like scribbles and marks
sold for over 30 K
to be left in the closet's dark.
The masters in the attic,
slender hands tug the strings
Jewels replace miracles
echoed glass shatters and sings.
Expression is seen as privilege
drawing yourself into a jail cell.
Photos and video shift to crime
I ain't gonna stand in their line.
2007.All material on this site created by Leemonster. (C)wrong Guestbook