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New Basorexia Too Unjust
A style so informal to a replica scenario of the wild
In its refinements'
Impression of the likewise exaggerated this wild garden scheme of similar shades from hero to villain Let not a vessel be half empty of tears spilled for nothing,
Let not songs that pierce a soul with its chorus be sang to the deaf
Let not dreams little and big sprouting evergreen left unweeded
Let not a mosaic of deep blue smiles burst into seas of frowns
If not a withered canvass of a portrait soaked in monsoon and dried to dust,
So not a sown thread in similar skins we become, but such similar blood we draw
We partake in the act, and you tell me only a drop of the blood that they spilled is on our hands.
We didn't hold the blade, we didn't subdue the innocent, but this stain of the drops still remains on our hands.
© Tђєє ⓞrเginɑl🩸
In its refinements'
Impression of the likewise exaggerated this wild garden scheme of similar shades from hero to villain Let not a vessel be half empty of tears spilled for nothing,
Let not songs that pierce a soul with its chorus be sang to the deaf
Let not dreams little and big sprouting evergreen left unweeded
Let not a mosaic of deep blue smiles burst into seas of frowns
If not a withered canvass of a portrait soaked in monsoon and dried to dust,
So not a sown thread in similar skins we become, but such similar blood we draw
We partake in the act, and you tell me only a drop of the blood that they spilled is on our hands.
We didn't hold the blade, we didn't subdue the innocent, but this stain of the drops still remains on our hands.
© Tђєє ⓞrเginɑl🩸
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