Ecrits littéraires

It's all about all being in control
It's all about a dirty game no more
Not everyone is a sheep
You're not a good shepherd, nor a werewolf in deep

My father was a monster
but I'm looking wrongly like a pet
You're acting almost as a gangster
Stealing every good people I met
Be careful, Master ! , watch your steps
Your good days, won't last for ever
The jungle you've created becomes so crowded
and your height thieves, behaving too greedily

I'm sorry, to tell you, with discontented proud
No ! Master ! I'm free, dead or alive, no doubt
Corrupting my present, mortgaging my future
Will never make my sons surrender
or baw to a fake God, that's our nature