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WormDogg
Overcome the apathy, disconnected truth We, our fractured vanity, the forbidden fruit A line once drawn, towards the edge we’ve toyed Reality now gone, journeying into the void Witch-fed lies, as we timidly believe The vagrant’s cries, nothing special to see Listlessly we begin to die, but this is not we Forever asking, why this has to be The intertwined insanity, a stricken route Became lost in profanity, once in our youth Striving towards a new dawn, only to avoid The paths of an old pawn, as lines get destroyed Once uplifted to fly, to never deceive This vagrant’s only ply, is a subtle belief To never be shy, and only wish to receive Or, to rely on what he believes
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
The Vagrants Only Cry