The pain you brought to me,
Was beyond pain
How could you,
Give me the two red horns
And the burning fork
And toss me in the fire?
While you wear white feathers,
A golden crown
And sit in the clouds
How could you,
Play the slave,
The victim,
The oppressed?
When your the owner,
I, the victim
And you know not the meaning of depressed
Why act so pure when your so evil?
I thought you were a good person
Pretending to be bad,
But, your a just a bad person
Pretending to be good
But I still pray for you my friend
Zamoe*
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Powerful emotions expressed very well. I especially like the final stanza:
ReplyDeleteI thought you were a good person
Pretending to be bad,
But, your a just a bad person
Pretending to be good
This is a true poetic moment :-)
Thank you so much, your too awesome
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