We live a life guided by greed and social status. We make conversation with our close relatives and talk and brag about our served in silver platter life. Once in a while you're hand dismisses itself to grab the delicate cup of red crimson wine and up to you're sand paper lips. The conversation was an enough war, with the mention of ridicule people and their chores in their daily life. We are arrogant creatures and we will never get enough from each other. Politics are shit compared to their leaders and false promises. They are miserables scum of life. And I will pray that someday, someday they will end in deep melancholic misery and rot in what they believed was justice.
January 3, 2014
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
