Polluted Seeds

As I listen to the drowning out of the noise ..
all the noise that clings on to the illusion of all this pollution ..
you were never no friend of mine ..
where is your alibi 
as you heard every cry 
Delusional was I 
to believe that I 
would be the difference that you need 
but all you ever were 
Is something I never will need 

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