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Misty

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Copyright, Misty

The conscience mind
Plays tricks
Emotions run high
Unknown to me
Too many thoughts
Circulating
Twisting
Through my mind
A flow of information
Is unbearable
Why?
Why me?
The mirror shatters
With disgust
The image reflected
Was once beautiful
Angelic
Blood drips
History is befolded
My history
Emotions disappear
Vanish
Hidden
Fingers pointing
Laughter echoes
“STOP IT”
Outcaste
Ignorance bleeds
Unto the crowd
Knelled before false lies
Knelled before a false morals
Darkness shadows
Divides the world
Hideous monsters
Cling to the gates
Death is near
What will become
Of this world?
Of these people?
Of me?

 

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