my heart was a battlefield
and love was the losing side
no matter the weapon it wields
hate conquered the divide
it grew to fill my once pure soul
surrounded by my sins
a vicious cycle of vexed control
hate is the one that wins.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
my heart was a battlefield
and love was the losing side
no matter the weapon it wields
hate conquered the divide
it grew to fill my once pure soul
surrounded by my sins
a vicious cycle of vexed control
hate is the one that wins.
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