A human curse is gold
So many hearts and souls have been sold
For blooded money, for dirty coins
What is going…
On with us, you and me…
Do you see…
Wearing a mask of someone else
Begin to loose the real face
Pretending being someone much better
Dream of the things that are no matter
A human fault is choice
So many girls and boys follow the voice
Of cunning fraud, of crafty nabob
At the top of
A chimera, fictitious world
A dust hole…
Aping the stars like cranky bats
Turn into empty marionettes
Eating a lobster, honing fangs
Expend a life without sense