The Fog

Fri, 10/04/2013 - 04:29 -- cauttie

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I can see right through the fog,

The mist that seems to be blinding everyone’s eyes.

Don’t fade into the shadows,

The shadows of these hallways,

Making people fake, hiding like you.

Not letting them show who they truly are.

 

You sick fuck, you let your wife get a boob job,

No it’s not wrong unless you’re the preacher’s wife,

Who the fuck are you to tell us what’s right?

 

How about the man you hired that was fucking a student,

Yea you sent him off, look at them now living together,

What about his wife?

Way to protect your people “pastor”.

 

You’re nothing more than a man with a title,

Your title is your fake I.D.

You may have had others fooled,

But I can see right through the fog.

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