Spiteful & Malicious
Heatwave in their brains
When stuffed minds
Are startin’ to kick out that
Shit of their heads
They’re often landin’ in a slaughterhouse
For educated minds
Only wonderin’ why
It happened again?
These accusations, abuse, annoyance
Playin’ with my faith like a football foul
Against my soul
And scarin’ me till I drop dead
Under this unruly world
Lookin’ like a piece of hell
Would fall down on me like a house of cards
Wrongfully built from the start
Oh, what is this life?
Without a peace of mind
Supposed to help me with all that
Bits and pieces to be put together
Security? Only a little
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To abusers from A. C.’s crowd
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18 June 2021
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