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See him walking around,
no one he ever gave a fuck about
karma got him down on his knees,
not hearing a thing but his pleas
thinking about the past,
24/7 remenising, how long could it last,
always agrevated by the things surrounding him
never miss a dodge, so nobody could come bouncing in
seeing the people around him finding smiles,
while he is only losing lives
walking around the burden
resisting the dark that's lurkin
crippled by all the lies,
flashing faces of all he despise
lurking, waiting for the chance,
always wanting the dance
remember the ruins that last
contemplating the whole past,
hearing the screams of the lives he sacrificed,
vigilant for the odds on the dice,
carefull for the slip to get sliced
never lost his cool nor his control,
never crumbled under the toll
knowing the risks like no other
no consequence that he could bother
step by step slowly, despising the lowly
never missed a situation,
never agreed with the television
hating the corruption
hating the men looking down
always finding reasons to frown
all he did was walking alone
never trusted the hand that fed him
strolling with the thoughts to lit them
tired of all the ingorance surrounding
only broken wills he was counting
tired of being kicked to the ground
willing to give the crack to the bone
ripping the flesh of the sinners
tearing the hearts out of winners
you always knew you wanted to get to know him,
disliked what you learned and decided to blow him