[14] - monday's child.

「 birds of prey. 」

nosi ba lasi, ꜱᴀᴍᴘᴀɢᴜɪᴛᴀ, 01.48

where is the justice, where is the faith?

ogled by egoists, i feel unsafe.

i find myself trapped in a ring

of serpents dressed in empaths' clothing.

jars of your every sin arranged on shelves,

'cause it's always everybody but themselves.

they are crowned in glory and popularity,

we are made out to be drowned in insanity.

life is a matter of prey and hunter;

both fuelled by insatiable hunger.

it seems that silent warfare will never cease,

have not owls and rats ever been at peace?

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don't you dare test me;

two can strike at this game,

and i'll play it thrice as dirtily.