Emily Moore - Bastards and Bitches

There poor rotting corpses, lie beneath the sun
We all know they’re there, yet nothing is done
Ghastly smells of violence, rape the air
Cold hearted murderers are out there
Nothing is done, nothing is said
We’ll fight the vicious, we’ll hand our head
Everyday people die
No thought is spared for those who cry
Tears of joy or devastation
What this world lacks is appreciation
Life is not precious, just a burden to live
We take what we can but forget to ever give
And love is a meaningless four letter word
Used so fluently by the little boy and girl
And we’re all soon to die and say goodbye
I hope that we choke on all our riches
This world id full of Bastards and Bitches

Emily Moore

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