For those who live their life's in humor
With the pain of different diagnosis tumor
For in their wealth the seek for harbour
For those who live in glamour
Often end their lives in horror
They uphold the path filler with terror
They do things to get honour
They look cool and nice at the exterior
But cruelty lies with their interior
Special recognition is what they live for
They never think of the warrior
Who has so much valour at war
Their limited glorious amour
For nothing is left for their endless labour
Fades away at the funeral parlor
I can perceive the smell of their rotten femur
When they take in liquor
They give different interpretation to colour
Because they are already in stupor
And we pretend it could last forever
We found a wonderland, both lost in it
And life was never worse but never better
They search the world for something else to make them feel like what they had
And in the end they all went mad
I feel bad but yet am not sad
I am the young, happy........., lad
Alone in my wonderland
#Harnasky™
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