Of mice or of men,
The devil wears prada,
Hidden beneath togas of age,
Beautiful yet grotesque,
Walking tall between men,
Chest high,
Confident strides,
He bears no horns,
Nor a forked tail,
He is beautiful and eloquent,
He is one of u...
Thursday, August 29, 2013
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Stuck up in the past,
Buried in ideals centuries old,
Moving forward but staying back,
Living the life of a cultured fool,
Of religious roots with no ideals,
Lost in traditions lost in themselves,
Speaking the sweet deceitful language of the past,
Of forefathers long forgotten,
So long lost that we just call them forefathers,
Soaking up the dirty stench of the mother land,
But the mother...
Burned Souls
I used to imagine there was beauty in a burned soul. To find
someone I could connect with, i thought they had to be broken, disturbed and
filled with a load of problems. Broken people are good for me, I am excellent
at taking care of people, I could fix them, or so I thought.
I was a cynical kid right from the start. Never believed in
human sincerity. I always assumed in my mind that in other...
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