From Me Two You

Look into the future, mad men gather there
across the ocean's waters, insights in which we stare
Human nature in us, blinded by our hair
simplistic feeling,greeted by your stare
dont bite the hands that feed you,
or you'll be hungry again beware
its or die my brother
right until, the end.
what*me worry sister,I'll forget about it, like a sin.
they'll come when im called,.righteous with this pen
thank you for this moment, this connection with you, my friend
So count down the minutes, ticking on the wall
theres no one to save us, as the curtain's call..(fin)

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