All lost in confusion
Its not our time
A choice given by design
Fragments of mine
A lot of people in line
Seeing life behind the pine
A forest for a tree
Another way to be
Given to me but why
I only try to percieve
But to believe
Its not for me
Perpetual deciever
Master of lies
Centrifuge of hate
Total blashpemer
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2026 12:43
- Category: Religion
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Comments1
The wording of this poem is most intriguing and the rhyme scheme is wild. Love it
Most thanks. I wrote this into a song with guitar. A major and G major are the two chords and it has kind of punk vocals but my singing voice is not that good, in the words of fleetwood mac "o well
You are very welcome my friend
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