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V Jan 2018
The weight of a crown is heavier than you think.
Based upon SRA trauma.
HeartCore Sep 2017
I was born in the 'light'.
A light produced by 5 feet tall mirrors.
 But my shadow was faster ,
and it soon taught me,
these lights shined on to me,
 are shadows with colors,
an art, a paint job of the cult.
But I preferred my shadow to disappear
 in light of the stars.
Where I found my true destiny
The rhythm of my heart,
Marching for what is right.
Luna Lima Aug 2017
I don't go to church
My soul need no search
You tell me I'll go to hell
Well, I think that's swell
I don't want an eternity of harps.
Wrote this after some idiot tried converting me to their cult.
Seema Jun 2017
Blunt blade cuts with pain
The deeper it goes in, the
more hatred, it spills.
Psychosis, plays its neat game,
deemed with a horrific cult.


©sim
Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
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