What he's told is the mold.
Steeled, he's been heeled.
Submissive, dismissive.
Tempered by bad temper.
Surrounded by what's around,
one's a crowd, two's a shroud.
I want peace and quiet,
not routine piece and jam.
It's how you know, not who,
and you could know me better.
I live to forgive, forgive to forget.
Black's better than black and white.
I'm strong, you're wrong.
It's time, get in line.
I'll make it quick...dick,
You're out of luck, you fuck!
Now say your prayers...pray,
kneel and talk to God.
No-one else will know
This night will be red, not read.
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