Misfortune

Misfortune
A hollow chime
To feed thy ego
Is not quite the crime

I'm aiming all deception
Straight into my direction
It goes to pose the question
Why shall I loathe?

Distortion
A sorrowed swine
I play too easy
On un-borrowed time

I'm poisoning perception
Away with all correction
It goes to pose the question
How shall I pose?



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Writer(s): Dorian Andrulonis Schindler
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