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The Everyday Battle Poet, writer, spitting lies
Pull down roses on their eyes
Beauty, blood, afraid to sleep
While dragging thorns that cut skin deep
Serpent, snake, drawing in
The ignorant that live in sin
You lie and say that they are fine
While to their hearts they build their shrine
Liar, prophet spreading evil
Spewing words from your upheaval
Tell them that they're always right
While most will not outlast the night
You do not know how they feel
Your envisioned passions are not real
You pull a mask upon your face
To cover up your own disgrace
Wow your poetry is very well written
this really makes you think..
Thank you, I had hoped that
Thank you, I had hoped that it would
~Seraphim
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem
Nice Rant Write
U tell 'em! - allets - :D
I can; thank you. ~Seraphim
I can; thank you.
~Seraphim
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem