I have made my own prison to live in
my verhemenous temple of distrust
I can't deal with the dullards
those whom misconstrued me
Just be thankful I write
and don't cut you with my silver knife
for my words are hers
made of silver and gold
So I stay isolated
for I grow strong
and to the glory
it will not be long
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
I have made my own prison to live in
my verhemenous temple of distrust
I can't deal with the dullards
those whom misconstrued me
Just be thankful I write
and don't cut you with my silver knife
for my words are hers
made of silver and gold
So I stay isolated
for I grow strong
and to the glory
it will not be long
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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