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Hells Locker Crave
Silence of the lambs is the silence of your breath,
its the blood dripping from your nose and seeping through your head,
You see my knife here isn't very nice,
it feeds on people like you,
who prey on the little innocent mice,
But for thou shall see the light and day,
for satan has the gates open for people like you,
who I call the dishonorable brave,
Men and Women who weep their sorrows
by killing innocent men,
who have died for their sins,
and been burned for their zens,
We all see it happen day after day,
believing time is all we need
and time is all we can crave.
Power corrupts. Money creates
Power corrupts. Money creates power and so money corrupts. We are a population of moral exactitude, we bend over the line, step tentatively over it, step confidently across the divide into the imoral, or in mass charge across knowing the consequenses will eventually show up. That is us. That is human. Lady A