This world is not for the
Feint of heart.
A biased place licked by the
tongues of talent.
The talents that are worthless.
The talents that mean nothing.
Envy is a strange thing,
crying to the the unjust
rules society burns.
The flames of envy burn
the heart of the human soul
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Poems in the dark of night
ПоэзияPoems that I can't express to anyone through words spoken, so I put them on paper. Words that explain hardships and times I can't sleep because of these thought roaming through my brain.
