Braden's Poetry

A simple explaination from a simple mind
When excuses aren't illusive - not that hard to find
Somehow you got stuck in a web of lies
You lost your true friends and then you had to die

How serious were you when you acted like a fool
To all those effected and connected - you aint too cool
You were lead on a string like a wooden puppet
Untill your master pulled out the sissoes and said, "fuck it."
Once you were cut you just lied in a pile of shit
It didn't take long for your so called friends to forget

In your mind, you never betrayed anyone
But then again, you never even handled a gun
Whenh confronted with real bullets and real words
Tell me, when you're about to die, what do you feel first?
Is it the sorrow of your victims
Is it the anger of your father
Is it your sexual diseases symptoms
Is it the tears of your mother
Is it the laughter of your demons
Is it the calling out of your brother

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