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secret sins and misdeeds dark
In a small, crowded room
People will move
Their plates of food
So that you and I, even I,
Will stand toe to toe
And raise angry hands to decide
Who has to die.
And you will call me weak,
And I'll call you blind,
But does anyone even know the true time
That the sun will shut its yellow open eye
And wave goodbye, goodbye?
Why do brothers hate one another,
And lover versus lover versus lover?
Oh, and murder
Won't quench our thirst for blood,
Anymore than man's attempt
to make better men
From the mud.
We will never be better! Never ever, never ever!
In my old days, I'll recall my mostly forgotten ways
And the pieces have all fallen into place
As the pieces of life must.
I'll find my body turning into dust,
My hearing failing my trust,
My fingers crooked with injustice
Laughing at my demeanor,
Yet to love simply
Would have made my life sweeter.
Too bad.
