Bad Seeds

He planted the seeds but was never there for our needs
he was not the plaster for our bleeds
he was silent for his deeds,but we are his creed
we found it hard to be free
we are the flowers but he is the weed
we all live our lifes with torment
but no sign of of his lament
you cant get blood out of stone
and he is the crumbling cement
in his time of dying i dout there will be much crying
but when he gets to god there is no point in him lying
when he gets to god his deeds will be acted apon
and his soul shall be a forgotten one
it takes two to tango but just one to be bad
and to be honest when he is gone i will be glad.

Bad Seeds

keet

Joined January 2008

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Bad Dad.

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