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who's arena

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Vegas Tyrone

Welcome to the arena
Be afraid be scared most of all be prepared
But can you guess what’s in my mind
Cud be wicked cud be sublime

Step right up you’ve been singled out
The lights are bright you will not sleep
I see u still have your doubts
Just step right up you will be pleased

Suddenly dark not singled out
Where’s the arena, am I sleeping
What’s happened? Where’d everybody go?
Surely you must be part of the show

Too many faces looking at me
I must be awake and back at the start
Why are they smiling and looking at the stage
Shit I’m starting to fade

Dispersing no verse
My atoms move on
The hearse in my dreams
Just molecules apparently. Vegas Tyrone 2003

Food for everything

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Vegas Tyrone

The flies know your name so dint think that you’re safe
There’s no where to hide there’s no secret place
There coming believe me, a party just for you
Within second’s spits of acid, you’re turned into spew

What did we do, what could have gone wrong
How could anyone say we belong
When you end with the fly and its offspring moves on

This is basic, don’t think me irate
Don’t give me Christianity when this is our fate
A human action a conscious reflex
It means nothing to the constant reject

We are all accepted that’s one thing we have found out
We are just but food Weather you’re rejected or even the most devout. Vegas tyrone

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