Perpetrators and Victims

Craziness is in leaps and bounds,which swirls us in emotions, tossing away the virtues. This is a play to seek the bloody treasure while hiding the shady faces. Rounded and surrounded in a maze of illusions,where its so bright, and the truth is not seen/visible and the sinner is walking in white and the victim is bloodied. The wounded soldier/fighter ,with truth as his armour, honesty as sword,fights alone with the army,full of lies,deceit,fake fondness. After a long exhausting and excruciating war, with deep cuts and bleeds,walks alone with blood dripping. with a smile on the lips from the heart, awaits for a new rising sun. “... la la la I am saint ... la la la” “la la I am the victim ... la la” is the song of the perpetrator. Its an open gamble of crooked cards and unmarked,where the cards picked ,are crooked and winning, as the silence of the unmarked are cheering them on, at their victory. And the perpetrators hums .. ...” la la I cane you,but still I am sane than you..la la “. “ and you damn... insane ... la la “ “la la la ........................ la la ... sings the victim .. “la la ... shall I end this? Can I? ... la la la “