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Rhapsody of Rust
And when the world looks so sick like the face of February,
Trading the pale eyes with muddy mornings,
The sunburning market classifying ashes of virtue and vice,
Weighing the infectious faith of dukes and duchess,
And thou gentleman foul framed centuries ago to sleep inside the fairytale,
While the villan to be the dignity in the dark,
Cause only fools rank arts by museum,
While the wise showcase the deformity as the finest art,
And it's horrible how thou worship the dead with the pretty flowers,
And throw rusty rough petals on the face of lively fresh blood,
Cut the thrones to fit the crap,
And emboss the truth in the name of fate
Is this how manly thee live?
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© kat
Trading the pale eyes with muddy mornings,
The sunburning market classifying ashes of virtue and vice,
Weighing the infectious faith of dukes and duchess,
And thou gentleman foul framed centuries ago to sleep inside the fairytale,
While the villan to be the dignity in the dark,
Cause only fools rank arts by museum,
While the wise showcase the deformity as the finest art,
And it's horrible how thou worship the dead with the pretty flowers,
And throw rusty rough petals on the face of lively fresh blood,
Cut the thrones to fit the crap,
And emboss the truth in the name of fate
Is this how manly thee live?
_________________________________
© kat
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