Alot of Good the Sixties Did
Do I have to talk about death for you to listen?
Do I have to scream for you to hear?
Why should I tell you life's secrets
When all that's left is to destroy.
Everything is calculated,
In it's place and time.
All of you is sold or traded
Down to the last dime.
Copyright © Nicole Sikler | Year Posted 2014
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