Such a hypocrite , a delusional witch plumped up with lies,she acts all nice ,kind and motherly,next thing you know you have sore red cheeks ,her beastly voice bounds off the walls assaulting our meek fragile ears ,we dance along to her monstrous ways ,after all we were made to never spurn.
Survival is our first nature , its the ways for many here on this floating rock
Ironic I'd say 2022 yet we still haven't found a peace of silence
Everyone's dumb if not shown ways of otherworld,
Baffonic acts on all screens ,its cute if not scary .
I'd worry if I could ,but can't right now my minds too full of virtuous Violent acts I can't wait to commit.
Daggers dance against mere skin ,blades kiss the crimson rivers that bleed from your beastly skin.
A smile to your pain, a tear for another day.
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Story Songs And Poems
Short StoryTurning songs into short stories. Thank you for checking this out its a work in progress,more things coming soon.
