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Self-made ... reasoning


Ecclesiastes 4:5 

5 The fool folds his hands
And consumes his own flesh.

 

Self-made ... reasoning

 

If time is mine ... why shouldn’t others to pay for it?

If I’m lost in myself ... why not blame someone else?

If I’m a lonely bird ... why do my kind all flock together?

They’re self-made like me ...  cloned as you can tell

 

If I am death on wheels ... am I searching for a victim?

If I search for equality ... is it to step on someone else?

I don’t care much about truth … I hate the thought of it

I just like to be noticed ... I made that one up myself

 

So I “pee” on my fellowman ... so I can get even.

Now I am all wet … but revenge is boiling near.

Oh yes, I’ll be ruthless ... and I will show no mercy

for iniquity is my middle name ... and it’s built on your fears.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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