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»Bosses«

by Ryan John Cremore, May 18, 2015

This is not for me, not ever and not now;
How long do you think you can beat this worn out cow;
Entrenched in sweat from yester year;
Just so that your name wont damn well smear;

Just wait and you will very soon see;
That nothing in life will be for free;
There is a GOD – so there now fear;
Those dreadful words you hate to hear;
Laugh and scoff at those who struggle;
For GOD will lift them and burst your bubble;
The acts you chose to hurt the other;
Will fall on you like cushion smother;
Entrapped in your wealth and lack of love;
You will fall to the ground like a wingless dove;
And when you are down with hands held out;
I will take your hand for I do not doubt;
That GOD has come to save one and all;
Even those like you who firstly must fall;

So laugh loudly now for soon you will be there;
At a place on the ground where others will stare;
So hit this cow with all that you got;
For I saw the beginning, and I know your lot.

Written: May 2015
Tags: Anger

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