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Perpetrators and Victims
Craziness is in leaps and bounds,which swirls us in emotions,
tossing away the virtues.
This is a play to seek the bloody treasure while hiding the shady
faces.
Rounded and surrounded in a maze of illusions,where its so bright,
and the truth is not seen/visible and the sinner is walking in white
and the victim is bloodied.
The wounded soldier/fighter ,with truth as his armour,
honesty as sword,fights alone with the army,full of
lies,deceit,fake fondness.
After a long exhausting and excruciating war,
with deep cuts and bleeds,walks alone with blood
dripping.
with a smile on the lips from the heart,
awaits for a new rising sun.
“... la la la I am saint ... la la la”
“la la I am the victim ... la la”
is the song of the perpetrator.
Its an open gamble of crooked cards
and unmarked,where the cards
picked ,are crooked and winning,
as the silence of the unmarked
are cheering them on, at their victory.
And the perpetrators hums ..
...” la la I cane you,but still
I am sane than you..la la “.
“ and you damn... insane ... la la “
“la la la ........................
la la ... sings the victim ..
“la la ... shall I end this?
Can I? ... la la la “
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Kenisha Shines
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