Book of face
My words are carried to scentences around the world, in a book, screened with faces - In my dreams, i scream to wake, my blood was raked - My prayers are real, why am i fake - The rainbow destroys what is left to my fate, my faith, lies in the gun - Forfeit to my hate, the bullets - By the speed of sorrow, lead shatters, which are bones broken, waisted marrow - The night, the creep, my darkness weaps - My brains on the wall, is what my reaper reaps - A mind to the wall, death made her call - My voice rings the bell, beneath the gates of hell - Do not be a tool to the fool, kindness is cool
poem by Unic Cjonr
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