Treasure Island

Randa Patrick


He’ll take the lead,
He won’t share,
He doesn’t care,
He wants it all,
He won’t fall.
He’ll make you bleed,
Just to succeed.
No one knows why,
He wants you to die,
Or going as far,
As wanting you to die.
There have been,
Seven deadly sins,
He is just one,
So you better run.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 17, 2010

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