by John
(Franklin, MA)
Good news comes bad news goes
sometimes in life we take a toll
we shake, we crumble and lose our grip
black and blue; damn hard to deny the slip
and never have we questioned the flow
perspective seems to have control
Victor and Victim are one in the same
When you get a hold of the truth in the game
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