Banging my head from right and wrong— oops, what a boomerang!
This feeling is a mechanical poison, got my groove in such a fragile song. Now, watch me bleed as I tap my foot in loneliness and beg as I detain myself with these con apostles.
The wise says, you have to be keenly blind as you open— pweh!
The accused being muted by this greedy choir, I didn't know clowns could be this saint in front of the altar— oh, let's welcome the circus in this carnival!
Shh...
Close your eyes to see the unseen and hear the deafen, filthy rich culprits can't sing to serve the alms but can dance in the air with freedom of speech and freedom to live. What's money? Paper only— justice is just a price tag. You can't pull a trigger unless you've got loads of bullets.
A duel?
Nah, forfeited checkmate, wasn't it? Funny, I've already seen this in every corner of the opera house. No evidence needed, just cash dive into pockets.
Educated?
" Oh boy, " the joker says.
Please this isn't a comedy stand bar, but the way they laugh like an innocent predator disgusts every fiber in my being. Everyone let your warm applause slap their rotting principles.
Buckle your seatbelt as we drive to hell, let's gate crash the door of us sinners. I want to hear these modern pharisees ring their bell ; sadducees to plead as we preach in their theaters.
My bad, someone tipped me. They're just everywhere, bawling their eyes to their next prey.
Let's enter the land of lunatics— that fat belly claims to be agnostic; I couldn't blame him, he worships the smokey mountains of hypocrites, who are bewitched with their self ecstasies as they've got the throne to build their arena of puppets.
But who cares?! We will all rot anyway.
Oh scornful cries, have mercy on those who plead in aging rusty shackles!
With all our heart and soul— we scream,
" blessed all of you who make the land scarlet with the killed hopes and seeds of humanity! "
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Forget Me Not
Poetrywhen the time is running nothing remains constant. [poetry collection]
