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Your Not My Friend

Your Not My Friend 

Therefore you can just get out of here

And if I see you again 
Trust me we will kill you fiend

So stop your taking life
As your own life here is finite

We know you are passing through
But not before we measure you

To make sure we win our fight
And size your coffin just right

Cos that is where you are going
But I would prefer a burning

You came you saw 
You took the poor

Then you thought
You would take some more

You are a loser I would say
Because you can not here stay

A dead man walking
Is the analogy

And we will finally win the day

So Covid19 go on your way

Because we are catching up with you every day


Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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