The Tree
This has no structure but who gives a damn? Not me anyways.
Continue and read the fucking poem after the jump.
I have a Beretta against my chest
Deserted in the land of life
Lost by thought, lost by love
You can find me by the tree
Don’t expect a finders fee
I am just me, nothing more
So go there and watch me control life
Highway to the clouds above
I love this, I hate them, I miss you
Don’t touch, don’t smile, don’t listen
See them hurray to death of loved ones
Understand they have nothing, no one
Lost in the land of love, deserted in the land of life
By the tree of lost souls trying to find an easy way
Will I live if I kiss death, what would the Beretta say
Remember love, remember friends, learn to live, learn life
I am, you are. They live by rules made by their knife’s
I die when love is no longer respected by those who rule
This is the truth, this is not a lie, I believe, am I a fool?

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