Feeling more and more set apart,
Growing are the cold hearts and dark arts.
Staying out of trouble,
Although not afraid to normally function.
Brainwaves aligned this way since birth,
Tell them to go to Hell, know your worth.
So much obsession with murderers,
Why are these things pushed on purpose?
Evil bubbles steadily at the surface,
Only afraid of God, So no I'm not nervous.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Comments1
Excellent
Cheers.
You're welcome
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