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By Brice B² BEDOUET
by Brice B² BEDOUET
No need to run, the time has come,
To be smashed with a fucking shovel,
And then to erase
The Strong, the Weak, the Least, the Best.
No need to rush, cause the time has come,
To keep in my heart all that inspires me,
And to put some balm on what breaks me,
Offends me, despises me….
But it gets boring like a stupid pop song,
Sentimental and a bit too long. And useless.
No sound. No sense. No scarves. No depth.
I just push the game just a bit more,
I push my rage till an end I adore,
And not even
To do the best, face the beast, erase the mess…
It’s only when you spit on me,
That you make me see
The place you take on my throne.
So show me more…
No need to love, cause there’s no kindness,
No meaning,
But just the power of judging
The Strong, the Weak, the Least, the Best.
There’s no sweetness, no benevolence,
But some kind of a freak who keeps the control
On what breaks me, offends me, despises me….
And you became boring like a stupid pop song,
And I wish one day you’ll lose your tongue…
No sound. No sense. No scarves. No depth.
You push the game just a bit more,
You push my rage till an end I adore,
And not even to do the best,
Face the beast, erase the mess…
Show me more, about the robbery,
About the treason.
Teach me anything…
Show me more, teach me anything,
Waiting for the day
I’ll watch you digging!
I adore you, when you show me more…
