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  Jan 2016 Xnihilo
Golden Girl
ever thought
about
how our thoughts
look like

they might be black
they might be white
they may be blank


but
one thing is clear
that;
they're hurtful
they know
******* a
person inside


they always play double games
on our mind;
one is good
one is bad
making us to fight
a war
within
ourselves



we never
deserve
suffering
but they do
make us suffer



oh! look at how,
dark those
thoughts are
yesterday,
today ,
tomorrow,
they **** us inside
day by day
hour by hour
minute by minute
second by second
everyday.
Xnihilo Jan 2016
My voice is too quiet to be heard.
My words are too hidden to be read.
So why forsake my loyal bed
for a crusade that was born dead?
Xnihilo Jan 2016
come one, come all to the tale of the east,
where stayed a great hound who did nothing but eat,
so all of it's foes thought it a simpleton beast,

when finally captured, the people rejoiced,
to later realize it hadn't a choice,
to be what it is, and pretend to be lost,
with a terrorizing roar to serve as its voice.
Cries for help are rarely properly heard, so listen closely, please.
Xnihilo Jan 2016
My only crime was human love,
a clear and divine sign from God above,
that life is meant to spend in bliss,
but you already made a list,
of things you want and things you don't,
and on that list, I was a con
Xnihilo Jan 2016
Before men were the Giants,
massive, strong, and free to be defiant,
they were ethereal, magical, and without distractions,
and their celestial bodies were filled with formless actions,

But then came the humans with simplicity,
reacting harshly to specificity,
thus ending the reign of the mighty Giants,
and entered the age of humans and tyrants,
which seemed to consume all signs of happiness,
and issue in a world of madness.
Xnihilo Jan 2016
I keep seeing these imaginary spaces:
friends, family, and happy faces,
happiness and kindness all in one place,
and for a moment it makes me forget that I'm your shame,
but I know better than to be dazed,
by mental pictures and moving images,
I know to you, I'll always be a disgrace,
and the deepest and greatest of your mistakes
Xnihilo Jan 2016
Politics is our last name,
it's where morality is slayed,
and our mind become stained,

You think kindness will save the world?
You think protest will help them learn?
You think peace is a clear word?
This is earth,
learn to survive it, or die its worse.
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