by Shawn Stoddard
Published on: Apr 29, 2004
Topic:
Type: Poetry

I see your orange eyes,
Scream like the midnight skies.
The clock is ticking
& somebody needs to fall into my
Sights and the scapegoat plan,
Strategies marked in the sand.
They want the credit
But it was me,
No one else just me.
Sold out and locked away,
They must exterminate...
Been tricked by them again,
I've been tricked by them again.
We were so innocent,
Seek God you can repent.
You took the money-
Don’t take the money.
It's no addiction.

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