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How didoo I am moving as two
Fast I flew just to catch the morning dew
Peek a boo the seargent screams at you
Stay in cue don't move like glue
Just when you try to do
The officer of sloth gets to brew
Trying to be active
Never will it matter to do good for someone else

To give and take but to give intense

Soaring the skies as murdering pretense

Dealing with our death in instinctual defense

Never will it matter, for everything matters else
My Truth
I see that you feign empathy

For the bounty of pride and glory

But the cost of illusions and hippcracy

What is it that you steal so dearly

What is a throne you covet so surly

Is this the truth of your splendor

But to you we are playthings of this ender

You are not Him but you play to be

Do you want Him to acknowledge thee

Are you of this or are you not

Are you ready to begin your onslaught

Can you tell that we both lie

In a pool that was twisted to be vile

We will clash and will always meet

Even if we are miles apart, isn't that neat
What now?
I cradle inside my cave,
Awaiting the rising of the day,
Where the shadows are amiss,
And the rays have gone abliss,
Where the rascals came and say,
Take care boy coloured in grey,
With the tongues hissing,
And the fangs grinning,
Where the match stick was struck,
My mind was set a mock,
To worlds that intertwine,
My spirit snuffed the pride of the swine,
Casting the soul with great terror,
With blood lust soaked in fervour
Then the sky in body,
Told me what folly,
How much they play with words,
Sarcastic as mirrors of ****,
The hidden crimson desires,
Take care they say,
Because we will get you someday,
On the ground with your remorse,
With your fear and your discourse,
Your death will be our triumph,
Your death will satisfy our hungering and defiance.
When I was young I believed in all the cool things that I see,
I believed they were great, awesome, and strong as can be,
There I was a boy so little so eager and so meek,
And yet only kindness did I weep,
I thought to myself that I wasn't fit,
To be so inspiring, and weak as a slip,
And so I sought to be higher in all aspects til',
I could see myself greater than any of it,
So I learned to lie was first of my lips,
Because of the scorn of sorrow that oppressors brought with,
So I seized power from their hands of defeat,
But power was maddening to a lad in his nick,
He grew mad and evil until a fate had a frizz,
And the kind words of wisdom gave his heart a big itch,
Then he remembered kindness, it wasn't really a smidge,
So he went on his journeys with a curse on his tongue,
He breathed it so long it stuck onto his kiss,
A taste of poison everyone saw sweet,
Only his fallen enemy knew it,
He tried and he tried yet the boy couldn't fit,
He meant some, he tried some, he prevented but would sit,
He wanted to stop but he couldn't on run,
Like he was on ***, but the honest won't lift,
So farther in the future he sought to make mends,
He started keeping shut with only the truth with his rends,
But sometimes the courage would not work to his blend,
So he struggles to the day with a hint of conviction and then.
Poetry  is  the

    cosmic

song for human being

and it make cool down

no fire can warm it.
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Once upon a time a rat met a mouse,
It let the latter was tricked into opening the house,
The prior smiled but hid his knife,
And made fun of the latter and his life,
He hath done wrong to a lot in his prime,
And he ran and ran for none sees the strife,
But when he found the latter in a bind,
He sought a beautiful plan in his mind,
It was a malevolent yet indescribable plan,
And he let the rabid venom of his words seep,
Turning the world and the foundations in its land,
Loving himself so much he ignored the stand,
The conscience of his stand become but a hand,
To smack those in the light and destroy all that who demand,
That what is right is what is wrong in his eye,
He loved to see others in the pan,
Burning and seething and bleeding for his man,
He was a man, yet he loved another man,
There was nothing wrong but he loved to be the Man,
It was not futile yet it would surely take some time in the sand,
Yet he still told lies and stepped on the foot of all in his path,
Then the latter told him in privacy that it was not good to grant,
Himself the power on his current reprimand,
He saw this as bad as he does not see what is right,
He believes only himself to be right which made the latter sad,
Fury in his head and sanity gone mad,
He sliced the latter's face and slice his own in a brand,
He swapped the two and sewed it with iron clamps,
Til' this day the latter would just stand,
As all the world thinks that he is the bad,
When he now tells of the wrongs, and the evil of grands,
He appears as the villain as the villain reeks of his band.
The story of a frame up in a not so easily understandable land.
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