Rushed with,
loved with,
died with hatred.
Then the death,
the equanimity,
of hatred,
with the thrush of,
darkness,
with the prinpickles,
of hatred.
Will always lie,
in the innerself.

When will the truth,
will spread over the darkness.
The cathartic side,
of the emotions,
Will lie over bed.

With the weaking of realms,
with the misteness of shadows.
Will cross the bond with
caring for a quixotic death.

The cries of fear,
when their is no dear.
The lost of,
Souls that spread hatred,
Will always be there.

The horrendous smile,
behind this is a,
million of cries.
But still we believed,
that the person isn't,
lying.

the nefarious mindset,
which never sets,
always be keen to
darkness.

the love that spreads.
the love that cares.
had been eaten up by,
a foolishness.

Will this be there,
Will anyone will care,
but the bit of love,
Will die over a year.

But this cruelty,
With the semi darkness,
is spreading EVERYWHERE.

-Alex





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