Your friends today could be
your enemies of tomorrow, such sorrows
of ones hate and rage that's created in a
sense of ugliness.
Hellbent, certainly not heavenly sent
when unjustified actions fueled by
impulsive reactions of ones highs despised
by their lows, looking at the one who
truly loves you as foe
For this is not the way,
not the way to go.
So take a syringe of promise and inject
it into your fatty tissues and let it adapt
in your body and delude your issues of
hate, jealous and envy that protrudes,
yet waits in hiding.
Two faced sides, mentally divided yet
as one united while one tugs against
the other in a display of power and
dominance to over throw the others
At what sense do we call sense when
you can manipulate others minds
brainwashed with no washer nor dryer,
fueling the flames of hate that burns within
People must be reminded that what things
seems to be are not always things right.
People we love and gain trust in can love you
for an eternity it seems, but have hidden bad
interpretations of you.
People have ways of being one way and then
the next totally different, like a night and day
effect. We never know what someones thinking.
So in the end I must say to all, be wise to the
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