131. Sharp is still a blade

If we are not healthy
Why do we live?
The word defines guilt
We suffer with it.
Mental asfixiation
Like death from above
The man who kills us
Covered in love


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But something sharp is still a blade
Words cut deepest I hasten to say
That I'm afraid my life is frayed
The words of the government
are corruptively spread so thin
we live our lives all the time
To no real reason
We're damned from the start.
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If man is so wealthy
Why are we poor?
The morals defied
The good and the whores
Who sell themselves
Like dogs in a car
Scratching for salvation...
Drunk at a cheap Bar.


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But something sharp is still a blade
Words cut deepest I hasten to say
That I'm afraid my life is frayed
The words of the government
are corruptively spread so thin
we live our lives all the time
To no real reason
We're damned from the start.
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