| You know what They say? Well, who are They? They're certainly no friends of mine. For my friends wouldn't mock, Or measure my stock, Or criticize when I step out of line. They know all the answers, They spread just like cancers, Oozing their disease through our pores. With Their self-righteous behavior, They claim themselves Savior, And claim the rest of us whores. They are the voices, The unhealthy choices, That guide the masses uneducated. They laugh at our sorrow, Look forward to 'morrow, Making the horizon blood red. So back to my question At the start of this session, Who are these people named They. They were actually created By those chosen fated, Us humans, to keep life at bay. |
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