Rat Race
Like the strange gods of old
We wonder these streets of gold
Looking for, we know not what
Never to find and never to hold
Many face we now acquire
To get through this life of mire
To help us trick those around
To shield us from the fire
We cut and thrust to got on top
On our friends we get the drop
To get out of this ratty race
To beat this running non stop
This modern worlds speed and hate
Will have all at the devils gate
Damned to hell for ever more
Where our souls will always wait
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2006
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