Tell Them It's Me
This Darkness inside me
Is so meant to be
A way to keep the monster in me
awake....so it be!
Working from morn to dark
Eating at my seams, this cruelty
Yet nobody says a word to me
As if allowing me to sulk on my insanity?
Making money at what cost?
That cost is for others to pay,
There is nothing for free in this World
That is what wise elders say
I have started to like feasting on other's morality
What morals do I now personally carry?
Who will account for my sins today?
Who will carry my burden for me?
This Kingdon of God, It has its own evil
Nobody here is a Saint, you see!
But everybody wants to show their good side
While their monster is lurking inside for free....
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