Saturday, September 11, 2010

#54: Pantoum's Tormented Situation

What can I do, when your lies are true
In this fantasy of a staged play?
Everything we had was all on you
But you seem to have thrown it away

In this fantasy of a staged play
I have scripted the ultimate scene
But you seem to have thrown it away
Because your actor's lines appear green

I have scripted the ultimate scene
(Propaganda has clouded your mind)
Because your actor's lines appear green
He has told you not to give me time

Propaganda has clouded your mind
What can I do, when your lies are true
He has told you not to give me time
(Everything we had was all on you)

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