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dirty tramps manipulate

as now i will articulate

they blind our minds

to what we know

if one you find

then just say no

dont take the apple

from the tree

or what im telling

you will see

youll find your world

imploding in

youll want to take your life.

for never can you travel back

to truly do whats right.

the one who mean the most to you

will want to turn and rot

youll find yourself cold and alone

in a cell upon a cot

a prison where you cannot run,

a place where all is dead

your taxes do not fund this place

for it is in your head.

your conscience gives it power

your mistakes will fuel its wrath

forever will you find yourself

regretting mistakes in past

you dont know what is coming,

for thats its greatest tool

nothing helps,

not even running,

forever laughed at like a fool.

you know that you are sorry,

but it cannot be enough

no one is immune to this

and no one is to tough