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Flame #6

By Arcassin Burnham


You better watch your back through the
back streets,
the boys aren't in town so just sit,
take a seat,
and watch the horrors that await you,
choose something to serenade you,
don't give into critics that will bomb and then
degrade you,
find fate then confront it putting all you have
into a little canister of faith,
they'll imitate what you say,
they'll spit it back in your face,
they'll take a slice of your cake,
you have to be strong in this situation,
have to be brave,
So I put up with it, 
I put up with it til there's nothing left,
I went to bed one night and regretly smelled the
Devil's breath,
Painkillers and an aspirin just to cleanse the 
Soul,
Until I realized that my old soul was just getting old.

Comments1

  • Tony36

    Great write



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