The Enemy

The Enemy

Man, they
are waitin

Waitin for
you

In the
future

And in
the past

You thought
you were
innocent

And all
alone

There are
ghost

And they
don’t look
good

They are
lookin

To eat
you

But they
don’t speak

Man, what
you gonna
do?

You eat
up food

And they
want a
piece

Of your
flesh

You thought
you work

And you
have fun

But, its
not simple

They still
eat on
you

Man, what
you gonna
do?

They call
them, the
enemy

They are
around
you

Inside &
around you

They scratch
your back

And you
bleed

And a
red pool
of blood

Forms behind
you

Man, you
are gone

One fine
day

And they
still

Laugh on
you

Man, what
you gonna
do?

Caution: This might be all theory

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