Brutal Truth - Wilt

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Drawing
From the truth
Innocent few cast their chips in
Praying
Count accounts
Believe in something for a price
Cop-out
Broken dreams
Deceiving more — you’ve raped their heart and soul
Capitalize — false gimmick for the weak and needy
Blind angel — the shortest distance from the truth
Rotted minds — believe your loaded lot of shit
Forgotten few — sorry victims of divine crimes pay their lives
You’re faceless
Beyond crimes — you’ve taken on a new level
Hatred
More spite… than any other
Gutless
Gutting victims, hollow shells, empty lives
Lifeless lives