I have always believed
that you will come to me
as a butterfly does to a flower
I have always believed
that silence is the best
form of persuasion
But they infiltrated your mind
told you am not your kind
that my advances you shouldn't mind
that the best you are yet to find
You know them
those sons of perdition
they make me fume with trepidation
my lips churn out condemnation
my pen churns out condemnation
Can someone stop the negativity?
may be am foolish in my inactivity
But before you know it
they'll control your activity
before you know it
they'll control your destiny,
you won't break free!
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