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A short poem I wrote due to certain... agrivations of society. lol it's a bit disturbing I guess... but hope you guys like it.
You blow your hair,
It's golden red.
Your back-stiff chair,
Is a feather-soft bed.
Your shining eyes,
They gleam at night.
A trace of dies,
In the night so bright.
What is this now,
That you speak to me?
Show me how,
These things can be.
You lie, you cheat,
Are you human or beast.
Am I a slave at your feet,
Or your next great feast?
A dragon's mouth,
A serpents tongue.
Corrupting moth,
Of old and young.
When, what, where who... are you?
You are lies,
You are deceit.
You are witchcraft,
The "elite."
You are, what we make you.
And we are, a monster in our own rights.
We reap what we sow... now you know.
Die in peace, for once you go to the after-life you will have none.
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