Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Nuanced Ignorance Self-Destructs
Through your eyelashes lie
The eyes that everyday lie
Your inward face contorts
With the evil from your courts
The clear misunderstanding
Has plummeted you to daring
Cons and plans to capture
My flesh in flames, a rapture
To see what you've done you never do
It's like you're diseased with a wintertime flu
It fevers your mind to the point of delusions
You can't understand the depth of intrusion
Break and bend my bones and marrow
Twist and turn my past and morrow
See the sun rise nonetheless
Call your prophets, my worst is your best
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