Treasure Island

Sykolodyne Syko


Troubles I Make


Troubles I make
Problems I solve
Good deeds I do
Bad in the return
The more the light
The thick the night
Peach I preach
Violence it reach
The more the white
The sway thE black
Right is left and Left is right
Up is down but down ain't up
The way forward is the way backward
The love I made
The existence of Genesis
The more the joy
Lesser is the nemesis
Fight I fought Without finDin fault,
The morE the blood, huge is the money in vault
The evil I think, vanish to holy
The more my gentleness
The more they bully
Troubles I make
Done is the cake
The more the thirst
Heavy is the waterfall.

Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014
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