Listen to the rhyme then figure out the words
and maybe leave behind the stories you have heard
and look into the sky and tell me what you hear
then look into your mind and let it disappear
The wounds that you have had have vanquished off your skin
In the battles that you have were never meant to win
Not go in search out what you were not meant to seek
Whether body of the mind or the thinking of the meat
Singing songs of death without words and without voice
Would you take your final breath if it ended up a choice
Picking all the pieces of your godhood out defeat
While they're picking all the pieces of your body out the street
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Author:
Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Surrealist
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I get the sense of not taking to heart everything you hear and could just be gossip, not look for a meaning that was never there, harbouring misunderstood words can eat at you from the inside, interesting write, enjoyed the read
To me it says that we all put a piece of ourselves into what we see or believe. That the world is a mirror that reflects us back. Very interesting
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