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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Eyes of a trader With words of wisdom You make destruction look so good You don't use force But the beauty and cursive of your words is tantalizing You can make dreams come true But what they don't realize is your true intentions are very much cruel Your like a rock that has been painted gold You look pretty and real on the outside But once someone cracks you open They realize just how dark, cold, and worthless you really are But you don't fool me With that toothy grin That cunning smile Like a snake waiting to strike its next prey He gives you just enough to keep you coming back for more Having mistaken your curses for blessings Praying for gold instead of glory Riches instead of righteousness Allowing your mind to grow smaller Being carnal minded Your flesh stinks of indecency and willfulness You make a mockery of his words We were supposed to be the chosen ones But instead we dirty his floors with our muddy feet Then we wonder why we're hanging from trees Like the ornaments we hang on that dreadful Christmas holiday Used for target practice by those who are supposed to protect us We wonder why we can't rise to the top no matter how hard we work WE ARE CURSED! And the only people we can blame is ourselves We are dirty Refusing to bathe We reek of sin Like an alcoholic Drowning in Gin We are killing each other without even using weapons Men the call themselves preachers They don't deserve to be watchmen They would be better at being hit men Because of all the lives they are consuming with their ignorance You try to warn them before it's too late But they refuse to listen Calling you a liar? Their ears plugged with thick wax So much so that they can't hear Refuse to hear So? Who is the real devil? You may ask? It's US!
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