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Poetry By: moonphish

final score

Submitted:Feb 6, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

god, one
man, nothing
that's the final score
we're his cast
he's gonna open the door
he just discovered that this world is a bore
god, one
man, nothing
ain't no overtime
we're his words
this is the end of his rhyme
he needs no reason cause his word is sublime
god, one
man, nothing
it was all a game
we're his toys
and at times were his shame
and everyone of us is sharing the blame
god, one
man, nothing
time to clean the pool
we're tossed out
just like a truant from school
he needs no reason to be hot, cold or cool
god, one
man, nothing
never had a chance
we're his dice
and when he tossed us, we'd dance
but our relationship was not a romance
god, one
man nothing
see the curtain fall
we're just dust
that he will never recall
we gave him nothing while he gave us his all
god, one
man, nothing
that's the final score


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