People are poison.
Their words are the noose.
They tighten the rope so you have nothing left to lose.
Their tongues are sharp,
Their wits are pained.
They want you dead, or so they say.
Yes, people are poison.
For you and for me.
We poison each other,
Cause alone we can be
Nitpicking ourselves and making us bleed.
We hurt others to blind ourselves to our own reality.
"If I hurt them first, they can't hurt me,
It's as easy as that,
As simple as can be."
Cause yes, people are poison.
We're poisoning the well.
We're killing our own population,
And therefore slowly ourselves.
Why must we speak and lash with our tongues?
To hang a poor man?
Oh what have you done?
You chose his fate cause you couldn't meet yours.
Yes.
People are poison.
Soon; all will be gone.
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