Aug 10
and I embrace my poison words.
You cry with each pin prick,
as I fall upon tainted swords.Never shall I bend to the whim
of the low, of the earth, of the soil!
My hands must be pure-
and so I laze while you toil.You, sir, are a hypocrite,
for you have eyes and a tongue.
I, sir, am a hypocrite,
the highest ladder, the lowest rung.At conception, with no exception,
we're bent towards temptation.
Be it this wrong, or that wrong-
we each dance to a masked song.You are human, sir, and so you lie-
And so live, and love, and let judgement die.
Human
Hypocritical masses adorned
with superficial glasses
Lie with every step- you and I,
blinded the cloak of Night.
and I embrace my poison words.
You cry with each pin prick,
as I fall upon tainted swords.Never shall I bend to the whim
of the low, of the earth, of the soil!
My hands must be pure-
and so I laze while you toil.You, sir, are a hypocrite,
for you have eyes and a tongue.
I, sir, am a hypocrite,
the highest ladder, the lowest rung.At conception, with no exception,
we're bent towards temptation.
Be it this wrong, or that wrong-
we each dance to a masked song.You are human, sir, and so you lie-
And so live, and love, and let judgement die.
