My faith in people is dying
Lost along with my faith for life
Faith isn't even a thing to believe
Just pixie sticks and lollypop branches
The candy now is rotten and sweet
And it's here right now to sweep your feet
But as your swept, you fall to your face
hitting a coffin marked with your name
Love is a war
I'm an under dog
All these pooches think they're gods
I may not be, nor ever be
The man you wish
From your lollypop Tree
-Peace-
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