Blessed be the mess that your in. Grin, as your **** drips from your roofless inn. A den of ruthless wolves, waiting to devour your goals whole, once again.
Here's another messy poem, to slap you in the face and kick you in the beautiful shin.
Sit, spin around, and face the World leaders' selfish sins. Hidden diamonds in the rough, reflect another star, or gem.
Pin a ******* medal of honor to your chin; as countless lives drown infinite sorrows, inside a bin of whiskey, or gin.
Men, women, two halves to a whole, two halves to a soul, come together to create new life to a whole.
A beautiful mess that were in, while dreams of Peace shine yet again.
Tattered child seeds on broken streets needs a peaceful brother and peaceful friend.
Fend off Hate with Love, like a special blend, or a trend. Be the dove and trim this stem of ego, I commend.
Attend a brand new mess, adventure, journey, and quest, A messed up test for glory, don't you worry. Do your best.
I attest that beauty stands tall, in this beautiful mess that we're in, above the rest.
Nights of ****** fun, brings days of angst to an end of the bed of quarry.
A brand new legend be told, a brand new awakening, a brand new story.