fictions

caught in other people’s fictions, painted as a fool
was there any background given, who deserves to rule
I could turn a million corners, tell a million lies
ignore what the voice is saying, read what’s in the eyes

let me teach the stories that we’re not supposed to tell
then the choice is yours to fly or crawl back in your shell
genuine disaster or manufactured blight
it doesn’t make a difference if they’re hidden from your sight

though daylight may be blinding the night can hide their sin
and fairness is a bugger if it lets the wrong one win
sects and drugs and visionaries profess to guide our fate
but all I know for certain is that when you’re dead you’re late

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4 Comments

  1. adaein3

     /  March 26, 2012

    Sew troo.

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  2. damommza

     /  March 27, 2012

    The last line..”When you’re dead, you’re late” kicks it out of the ballpark for me! Excellent! *whisspurrs…Ai fawt “defiant” might be a tag too* 😀

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    • Thank you, I’ve added the tag. Although I like it, I did wonder if the last line could be regarded as flippant 😀

      Reply

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