Strangers

Some strangers are players

More like betrayers

People we don’t know

Are like statues stood in rows

What do they want from us

Is it our minds 

Or to fuss

No one knows at all

It’s like walking down an empty hall

Corridors lined one by one

Be careful for people who have guns

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