what the hell. I dont put poetry up easily. Maybe i should even the bad ones.
The world is not kind.
I wear its scars like armor
The world is not loving
I am left cold by its embrace
The world is not just.
I still serve for crimes not done
Why do I accept these wounds?
The world is not full of grace
fumbling blades that cut
The world is not true
I laugh at its lies
The world is not gentle
I cry at its truths.
Because anything else is surrender
The world is not kind.
I wear its scars like armor
The world is not loving
I am left cold by its embrace
The world is not just.
I still serve for crimes not done
Why do I accept these wounds?
The world is not full of grace
fumbling blades that cut
The world is not true
I laugh at its lies
The world is not gentle
I cry at its truths.
Because anything else is surrender
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hee - you know I like this one.
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