That's a lie
A lie as black as a Mamba
As a Mamba's lamba
People say it's all been written
That's like saying it was eaten
Digested, degusted, degutted
Then, gutted back
People say it's all been written
How could it be?
How could it bleed?
How could it lead?
We don't know
Nobody knows, cause they've got troubles
Troubles to attend, defend, debend, perpend
That's how troubles go by: perpending
Troubles go about life perpending
Pretending to perpend
As if they cared,
As if they dared caring
That's why we don't write:
We pretend to write
To protect ourselves
Inside a gutted writing.

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