This just can't be in control,
'Cause no one would involve.
No getting up, no raising voice,
Keep on complaining the demise.
Their throats are choked,
Their conscience is asleep,
Their hands are frozen,
And the thoughts, spineless.
I didn't be oppressive, or did I?
While, sinister, evil quests go sky high.
The system embodies predators and prey(s),
Sanctitas lose, and satans stay.
The law is blind, give it vision,
Innocents lose, and they hand you limits.
This can't go on forever,
And can't get over me - ever!
YOU ARE READING
Chaotic Rhymes.
PoetrySometimes, you might write some junk, in the middle of the night. All you've got to do is, grab a pencil and a paper, and scribble. Who knows, one day, you might compile the bits, and name them as 'your work'. It's the result of the same actions. Wr...
