Black and Good


We've been waiting for this moment
There is awareness of the torment
Crowds collaborating, crushing and cursing
Carried out well, we've been rehearsing
Screams of blood thirsty desperation
Conformity promotes inspiration
Death will happen, we don't care
It's about ourselves, we won't share
Not fair
How do we dare?
Fools in herds
Slanderous words
The black and the good mixed with the sufferance
Fridays are the same, but the purpose is the difference

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