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A bored Poet May 2016
Born to do right
Truth my might
Taught to hate evil
To fight it with light

Raised in a santuary
Where no one could see me
An angel hidden from sight
In fear of exposure to the world's delight

Time said hi
And I grew by
The gates were opened
And i could fly

Enthralled by a world
Taught to me, decieving
I roamed everywhere
Without a thought of stopping

I met time by a bench
And he waved again
And now im comfortable
With this world's trend

Im still aware of my values
Heck, its etched into my hippocampus
I know I wont betray
And never will I disobey

As I roamed
I found an abode
Where i felt welcome
In this very mysterious world

I came by every day
And I grew more attached
Some days I stayed
And soon overnights were an always

Ofcourse my teachers knew
Of my new found visiting
To the unknown abode
And didnt let it go

They were scared
Of what I could become
That I would be tainted
That I would no longer be perfect

They kept warning me
At first I understood
And wanted to share
The forseen likelihood

It was reasonable at first
But it started to sour
And their warnings
Started to shower

Soon the shower turned to downpour
And It became out of hand
It had no more logic
And I wanted to leave my land

I ran away
And hid in the world
And again I found that home
Which considered me as their own

I met with friends
That lived in the world
And learned to coexist with them
Learned to appreciate the world

As I grew acquainted
Something grew in my head
A feeling that I have felt before
And has returned once more

Memories of my past return
And this feeling began to churn
I felt heaps of coal burn within my chest
And as I unlock my past regrets

Hatred of my home rekindled
Leaving my sanity bewildered
Thoughts of resovle was constant
But Rage became triumphant

Engulfed in Wrath my decision was clear
To turn away truth was painfully near
Now put my former self aside
And wonder whats like on the other side
Part 2! Part 3 comming soon
A bored Poet May 2016
Bad
Lover of Hate
Seeker of Lies
My nature of Spikes
That will hurt others smiles

I cannot be trusted
Try me but don't regret it
I might just **** you
But I'll just spare you

I've lived in this world
For as long as I can remember
Stuff has happened
But I still wander

I left my friends
My family I hate
I all I have is myself
And no other gain

But memories of the past still linger
They haunt me everyday until my slumber
Choices turned to regrets
But I cannot fret

Regrets I have to accept
Because complaining wont fix that
So I have to live that
And continue with my life

But after all that I have said
Do you think that I've got nothing left?
I maybe the worst of my own kind
But would you believe if I was once nice?
To be continued :)
A bored Poet Apr 2016
Struggling to think
Limping to stay sane
Suffocated with the illusions
Tortured from the lies

An angel poisoned
Brought down to this hell
Slowly infected
Irrefutable corruption

Blindfolded to see friends
For fear of seeing the opposite
But ripping off the blindfold
I cry in pain to see nothing happened

Blurring the line
From moral and wicked
Walking on broken glass of myths
Feeling the painful truth of lies

This world of treachery and devotion
A homologous mixture sober and lust
Continuous misery injected within me
But balanced peculiarly with happiness

Insanity a truth to me
Truth to me an insanity
Bad seen as good
Good to be seen as bad

A killer with a virtue
A lawyer with vice
Good shaking hands with evil
Is everything alright¿

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