The Syndicate
So unaware of what's to come
Mind naked and bare
Vulnerable to traffic
Not knowing who's out there
Tell me why you should interfere
Is life so blind
You think I can't see
With what goes on behind
What lies beneath yearns to escape
Gritting its teeth hungry for desire
Eyes casting faint images of light
Ready to exhale a breath of fire
It doesn't matter what you say or do
I travel far and above
Preparing to descend pain and anger
Without any room to make for love
Illuminating the night sky
Pervasively cascading with sparks
Don't hesitate to whisper goodbye
Before the smoke clears
As I witness your demise
Now it's too late
For you to beg and plead
For we are all just bait
In God's hands you trust
I am the syndicate
Copyright © Kristopher Hugill | Year Posted 2012
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