Lastly, I have to pronounce and divide the syllables of one, measly word: "Stigma"
Social constructs that repress the certain memories of an enigma
Treason made by the people who swear they're on the equal side of the suburbs
Illogical reasoning made by the teenagers of today, seeking an identity in the pubs filled with reverbs
Greatness acquired with the help of your pawns, the ones who bow down and suffer under your tyranny
Martyrs who fight for justice, but their honesty kills them and brings them agony
Armistice that temporary abolishes resolution and revolution
Cries of polluted ambiance retrace into the rotten asylum awaiting seclusion
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The Fallen Misanthropist
PoetryA compilation of rants in the form of rhyming symphonies. They are both in Spanish and English.
