those of you<\/p>\n
who wear the dead skin of another soul<\/p>\n
ask yourselves the question<\/p>\n
what is now your role<\/p>\n
the mortal coil has welcomed<\/p>\n
the evil you display<\/p>\n
you have your skin<\/p>\n
but clearly also want to take away<\/p>\n
another’s skin<\/p>\n
you feel perhaps<\/p>\n
its more beautiful than yours<\/p>\n
perhaps yours is dried \u00a0and wrinkled<\/p>\n
possibly because<\/p>\n
you never knew its value<\/p>\n
and you destroyed its worth<\/p>\n
and now you want to plunder<\/p>\n
another from Gods earth<\/p>\n
and how did you come by<\/p>\n
such a glorious pelt<\/p>\n
with underfur to cause a stir<\/p>\n
tell us how you felt?<\/p>\n
far removed from who was given<\/p>\n
it a time before<\/p>\n
and trapped in some contraption<\/p>\n
on a far off shore<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
just minding their business<\/p>\n
in a place where they were placed<\/p>\n
and stumbled into a vile trap<\/p>\n
something so debased<\/p>\n
so cruel, so vile<\/p>\n
so awful<\/p>\n
the metal straps<\/p>\n
they crushed<\/p>\n
the limbs that they were born with<\/p>\n
the blood they had then rushed<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the agony was terrible<\/p>\n
as they struggled to get free<\/p>\n
but as they tugged<\/p>\n
and kind of mugged<\/p>\n
breathing onerously<\/p>\n
blood loss was inevitable<\/p>\n
and a weakness came about<\/p>\n
a few short screams<\/p>\n
which no one heard<\/p>\n
and then well little doubt<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
likened to the model<\/p>\n
in her Maserati<\/p>\n
wearing her designer clothes<\/p>\n
feeling \u00a0hail and hearty<\/p>\n
top down hair in ringlets<\/p>\n
dancing in the breeze<\/p>\n
breathing in thesalty air<\/p>\n
blowing through the trees<\/p>\n
getting out closing the door<\/p>\n
a pretty hand, forgot<\/p>\n
and someone else then closed the door<\/p>\n
suddenly she felt hot<\/p>\n
the door crashed on her fingers<\/p>\n
her frailty became<\/p>\n
obvious the agony she felt<\/p>\n
clearly \u00a0the same<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
her designer nails were broken<\/p>\n
her diamond rings were \u00a0bent<\/p>\n
her high heels \u00a0just a token<\/p>\n
of all the dosh she’d spent<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
could she begin to wonder<\/p>\n
where her fur stole was from<\/p>\n
she knew it was a top designer<\/p>\n
and it cost a bomb<\/p>\n
but who had took the hit<\/p>\n
so she could wander here and there<\/p>\n
with somebody else’s skin<\/p>\n
who once was so aware<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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those of you who wear the dead skin of another soul ask yourselves the question what is now your role the mortal coil has welcomed the evil you display you have your skin but clearly also want to take away … Continue reading