Walked around and looked,
People weren't making a sound,
Blue tears,
Clear eyes,
And still no mind.
Experienced the electric chair,
Fond of it's shock,
Manipulation, purification,
Of the crimes I've done.
Acted like an idiot,
When I was asked what I did,
Transferred to therapy,
When I said my eyes went green.
They glittered like stars,
When they told us lies,
So I knew their secrets,
All their wicked ties.
All their crimes, idiocy,
I think they knew, but didn't seem to mind.
Everyone had gone mad,
No one in there was sane,
Knowing it was all deceit,
The government left it in vain.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoezjaThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
