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Shallow art came to life
in a land full of trouble and strife
a photo fit, that had people in awe
when man was ready to fall.
Standing at the edge
what was going through my head
believing everything i had read
hurting as much as the dead.

Nothing had prepared me for this
life has more than enough twists
not every corner you turn
will you crash and burn.
Thinking life is over
nothing is joyful anymore
no more feeling within my body
my back against a wall.

Flames growing from the match i lit
surrounding me,
thinking that was it
caught by the enemy.
Many wonders capturing my soul,
life has a way of turning around
as history shows, not all run to ground.

When you feel you have made it
and life is so sweet
do not forget where you came from
likely to knock you off your feet.
So you kill your family in the hope
that they will never experience the end of a rope
a rope in which you have tied around there necks
only to discover that you yourself are the only wreck.

Behaving badly as your world crumbles
have you never thought about being humble
has that word never crossed your path
who then do you think then, has the last laugh.
Enter into a deal that you can never win
over the love you have with your kin
something smells rotten, dead man walking
these words have been spoken believe this warning.

My world is a photo fit picture
hanging on my wall
it can change everyday
though it's up to me, if i want that picture to fall.