donderdag 12 januari 2012

IT POURS FROM YOUR NEEDLE INTO YOUR VEIN

The smack calms you down
Make you feel sedated in this lonely town
Where the toothless speak
And politicians reek
Halitosis when they talk
To calm your spirit you take a walk
Along the concrete beach
Sanctimony is out of reach

How dare you slip into my dream?
It’s my most naked realm
You keep sanctimony by your side
As you take blasphemy for a ride

Nothing can tame you cause you're in a hurry  to reach yonder
It takes a slight bit of depravity to hold back the thunder
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