Article by Reality
• Written by WordPlayHQ
Welcome. Contradictor setup. Whirlwind mettle.
What is the cause of wars? Demonstration of force.
Modest severance from the big boss. Gonne with lost.
Equality invades reign. Takes slaves' share.
The scope of internal blame marks my bread and game.
The punishments and rewards are what Justice claims.
Life and aims, sword splits with rigid efficiency.
Create true proficiency. Settled by the Divine
cardinal ideal, designs of the Mastermind.
The flow of harmony through tapped schemes visits scenes.
Lack of satisfaction. Rebellion by a fiend.
Battle for the throne and guard of the crown. Who won?
Which benefits can little soul give to the war
on the status quo? Series of rough conflicts pins
against lithal, perfectly trained sicarios.
What is my role, fold & call in those scenarios?
If the demons take their own, well on my land grows,
would Thy return and again give birth to my truth.
I deserve, together with sins, to get burned?
Can my goodness resist the attack of the beast?
Will they find my weak spot and collect all the pot?
Form Babylon dorm, anger to plot, drop a storm?
Perception is focused on realizing my gain,
unleashing inner strength, put in piggy bank cents.
I am focused king at the board to stand the storm.
To God to give fame. Would I have enough power?
The more I strive for freedom, with more pressure I
have been feeding on, tighten up hollow shackles.
Blackmail points out where society fails in detail.
Cracks through which blows out unconventional horror.
Grounded in-depth. Only by a strong connection,
my civil right can be set. Soul in sorrows wet.
Life is too short to settle the depth. Endless path.
No hope in the scene, in perspective. Perception
does not come. Conservative cause job is not done.
Guns reflect heat equal to the Sun. Burned down.
Seek shelter behind a corner, escape battle,
where shadows do not torment. Scratch off dirty change,
butterflies in the abdomen, love to arrange.
Believe fade, lowering in red, cry for first aid.
Will Faith with her set a date? Decisions made.
Love does not shine through pearly gates. Wishes to grave.
People give thorns to Rose. Rap wore a rejective dose.
She did not want my songs. "Poets are a bunch of clowns."
I am human, unperfected, and can be wrong.
I do not have a story to tell, stupid fell.
Any excuse, time use, to refresh my blue views.
My private Muse still got me amused. Time lick bruises.
In vain try, in love to dive, she can not be mine.
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