The Onslaughts
Of the few banned on this site sending me messages, this one well deserved it.
Playing riddle me not little head games.
And making fun of my name.
But I do not care.
I don't waver.
With every moment I savor.
All because of someone I associated myself with.
I'm not guilty I say.
But to my dismay that will not be the way of it I feel.
Hate is the air.
Let the onslaughts begin.
In the end I'm not going anywhere.
Stand firm my ground.
Stand firm my voice as it echos my sound.
You can not claim to be me.
No matter how hard you try.
The simplistic view of an outcry.
But I can not be reached.
Not by those means.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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