Victim of the System
Victims of circumstance, sick sins a certain glance into a man morality.
Which wil work in advance for our children given a chance 2 think for themselves.
I lurk entranced my hurt enhanced by the very mention of no u can't,
Gotta stay positive, wen in france!
Criminal intent with subliminal insence. Sex in the air, a minimal event.
A miracle is sent. Don't mean to be synical but this intrical event has lost its purity but my cylindrical sense has brought me full circle on this tyranical trend.
Grip the situation the power of manipulation has preceeded this titavation.
An invitation to my inspiration on this hour an integration like mutation its time to proceed with mutalition. Futile!? Patince. Demonstration of concentration all it takes?...
Please believe I'm a man of reprieve. Mind went walkies im on the retrieve finally recieved? we being decieved on a bigger scale than u'd ever believe, relieved on the day tis concieved; breathe a deep sigh like oh good grief, teeth any opinion i dare 2 reach...
Copyright © Lee Dobson | Year Posted 2012
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