I heard the mountains calling my name,
Oh wait,was it them,or t'was me playing my game,
For I am a player, although I never win,
I've waited a lot,maybe I lose for some sin..
Nothing gruesome or bloody,
My hands are not grimy,
My sins are not mighty,
My soul is not slimy..
There are lines I never cross,
Even if it leads to my loss,
There are voices inside my head,
I've dealt with monsters under my bed..
Sinning is easy,they do it all,
I do plenty too, and that instant I fall,
But their fruits don't rot,I wonder how,
They are clever stags, while I am a mad cow..
I get lost on the streets, waiting for rescue,
Forced to forge my path and not follow the queue,
Rescue seldom comes and I end up alone,
I call out for help, instead they throw a stone..
I manage to find the path leading home,
Go home to find no one noticed I was gone,
They don't miss me the way I do,
They don't want me the way I want them to..
One day this life will end,
One day I will turn to ash,
Maybe then they might pretend,
A dead cow means a lot of cash..
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