There was a man that I once knew.
He loved to play this game that I call the blame.
As his name was erased it was mine which was replaced.
He even taught his children how to play.
With the words that he would say.
All of his actions along the way.
The ability to treat people as if they were peasants.
And not get bothered by their own reflection.
Showing them that hate is the easiest path to take.
How that life is a cake walk when nothing is your fault.
Personal responsibility is more or less a endless Quest.
A life filled with regret is better left for someone else.
That the beauty of this game.
Is the fact that there will always be somebody.
Who is there to clear your mind of its conscience.
By simply putting the blame on them.
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