2 Many Faces
Congest life by the shaft just to feel what is alive - dark is the night which carries the cloak of black, but refuse to wear what was tied to grey - Proof of guilt is the sin which is build, what is the trick if i am the owner of the bricks - my castle rise high into the skies with windows of lies - My heart was ripped, torn from my chest, the beat was replace with a twig and a thorn - What flames in my fire is the memory, the one cast to the shade of yesterday, before the tomorrow of today - By the end of my grave rakes the spade of ace, i am the king of the losers, my joker is in the race with 2 many faces.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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