What's that badge of honour?
Some pin it on their chest
Wear it like a million dollars
Others fancy dress.
I should be decisive although I ain't...
What's the vision?
Where's the complaint?
To know him is to love him
Who I am I know ...
Could be another a trajectory?
Some fast - others slow?
I really don't know.
Who gets the honour for all that men achieve?
Can you pray to Madonna? worship fame, or greed, or pity, or something worse..
I am off on a rant!
But they invoke the curse!!
Help!!!
Change coarse...who is blind as my servant? or deaf as my messenger that I sent?
Seeing many things, observing not: opening the ears, hearing not.
Devoid of all commotion, in a princely reign?
Rags could be your honour...bloody moths again!
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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