My lost for words is ever lasting
Outspoken was what I used to be
For the world of ours is slowly fading
Darkness over comes blind we can not see
For our stupidity lead us down this road
We are blinded by this false truth
While the answers we need are under written in code
Lies believed and told our youth
Forever blame us for it is our fault
Our generation made the mistakes
Lay us to test in the burial vault
Leave us to slither away like snakes
Blame us, shame us, make our names regret
Don't let the generations to come forget
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Pain and other things that hurt
PoesíaA collection of dark poetry that plays off pain. All are written by me. Read if you like.
