…..Why would a God allow human curses to work, can’t give up the controls to these jerks, we’ve killed wearing smirks, looked up each other’s mother’s skirts, we’ve been foul creatures in buttoned up shirts, destructive intentions are sought out and mastered until they work, with good intentions we flirt, even our loved one’s feelings we hurt; the lies to ourselves are ceremonious, confusion is the soundtrack I can hear Thelonious, our path thus far has been erroneous, it’s been our only fulfillment since we started stoning us.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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Im taken here man! To not be vulgar here all i can say wow. Very cool patterns and good for you in not taking easy rhymes. First part little aqward but then boom its flows so so so well. Keep it up man thanks for sharing!
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it..
Clever with the use of Latin ending words in rhyme and casting the spell in rhyme internal and external it weaves its magic and gets a fave
Thanks,..
"A" God indeed! (That's a whole other line of investigation, as I'm sure you know). I like all the "wes" and "ours" in this rhyme. Great flow, deep reflections!
Thanks, witchcraft and voodoo if possible one has to question god’s motives
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